#Lyrics: Up in the air by Thirty Seconds to Mars

[muse-of-gods]

I wrap my hands around your neck so tight with love, love 💕

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[shesastrangertosome]

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣

𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝?

𝕌𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣...

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝...💚

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Matt Murdock x (female) Reader

Summary: no plot, just vibes and porn, pretty much what the title says idk what to tell you it’s just some slightly kinky sex with Matt

Warnings: smut, dom!Matt, sub!Reader degradation kink, bit of corruption kink, spanking, bondage, penetrative sex (m+f), overstimulation, dacryphilia, choking, squirting, cumshot, minors DNI

A/N: title and inspiration taken from lyrics in Thirty Seconds To Mars’ song Walk on Water. I literally got the inspo and immediately powered this out in one sitting, hope you guys like it!!🥰🖤💫✨ p.s. I didn’t proofread this one so sorry about any spelling and grammar mistakes!🙈

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“Mmmm you should know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart” Matt whispers darkly into your ear. “Making love with the devil hurts” he purrs, slapping your ass sharply for emphasis.

You’re currently sprawled out on his mattress, each of your limbs tied to a corner of the bed, your arms and legs spread wide. You’re tied face down, your ass on display in the air. He’s tied his favourite black blindfold around your head, encasing you in darkness, your other senses tingling in anticipation.

“Are you sure you want this?” He bites your ear lobe as he his body hovers over yours. “Are sure you wanna dance with the devil tonight?"

You let out a trembling breath before answering with a shaky whisper, “y- yes."

He hums again. “Such a bad girl, letting the devil have his way with your body. What would your god say now?” He taunts. You whimper again, his words running straight through your body to your core.

You feel him sit up above you, his ass resting on top of yours. You hear a sound off to your left as he grabs something off the nightstand. You then cry out, your back arching backwards beneath him as you suddenly feel hot liquid spill onto your back, burning your skin. The liquid dribbles down your back before it begins to harden in place. You recognise the smell of your favourite spiced red apple candle as Matt drips even more of the wax onto your body, moving down lower until it drips over the top of your ass.

You mewl and writhe at the sting of the burn as he drips more wax haphazardly over your back. He just chuckles darkly, relishing in the sounds you make as you squirm beneath him, pulling taught at your restraints. You then hear him put the candle aside as he moves to hover you again, this time his lips finding their way to your neck. His mouth is almost as hot as the wax as he coats your neck and shoulders with hickeys, biting and bruising your skin as he goes.

He moves down your body, kissing and biting every inch of your skin that wasn’t covered in the hardened red wax. When he gets level with your ass he bites roughly into your one of your cheeks, smirking again at the cry you sound. His hands are kneading your skin roughly, pulling and pinching at your body. You wriggle your hips as his head dips lower, feeling the warmth of his breath ghosting over your core. You instinctively push your ass up even further, exposing your dripping cunt to him. You hear the devil hum in satisfaction as you mewl and buck in desperation for his touch.

“Such a needy little thing” he taunts, placing hot kisses to the back of your thighs, just below the curve of your ass. “You want the devil to fuck you with his tongue hmm? Is that what you want?” He taunts, biting your thigh again.

“Mhmm” is all you’re able to sound.

“Come on angel, you can do better than that” he teases as his hands trail down your legs, away from where you wanted him to touch you.

“Yes. Please, please fuck me with your tongue” you tremble.

He sits up suddenly. He places another sharp slap to your ass, making your skin sting almost as much as the wax did.

“Then beg for it” he commands, his hands running up and down your thighs, his fingers getting tantalisingly close to your cunt before he’d start the downward motion again.

You whimper, feeling tears spring in your eyes underneath the fabric of the blindfold. You wiggle, your wrists and ankles burning where they rubbed harshly against your restraints.

“Please” you almost sob. “Please, touch me. Use your tongue, your hands, anything. Please, please just touch me” you mewl pitifully, your head burying into the pillows beneath you.

He barks a harsh laugh. “So fucking needy you don’t even know what you want. Mmm it’s pathetic” you can hear the smugness in his voice.

“Guess I can just do whatever I want to this pretty little body of yours, since you’ve offered it up to me so nicely” he purrs just before he dives forward again, his face finding a home between the folds of your cunt.

His tongue darts into your slit, licking across your clit and up to your dripping hole. He flicks his tongue against you clit like a snake tasting the air, as if he really did have the devil’s tongue and was going to use it break you apart, until your body was nothing but pleasure and sin.

He then moves his flicking motion to your gaping cunt, his tongue darting in and out of your opening. You moan and buck your hips as much you can given your restricted movement. You then feel one of his hands creep around underneath your body. His fingers caress your skin as he slides his hand lower and lower until it finds the front of your folds. Your cries are muffled as you bite into the sheets when his fingers find home on your clit. He starts to circle your clit in time with his tongue fucking in and out of you. He groans at your taste, the vibrations coursing through you. The bed jerks as you pull harshly against its posts.

Your body feels overwhelmed. Every sense heightened with your vision blocked. The warm wax still on your skin, your ass raw and stinging from his spanks, your clit throbbing, your pussy clenching on his tongue, everything feels unbelievably intense. He can tell you’re close to coming undone, your whole body shaking from the sensations.

“Mmm that’s it angel, fall apart for me, let the devil take you” he whispers before fervently darting his tongue back inside you, a newfound speed you didn’t think was humanly possible.

“Ahh fuck” you cry into the sheets as a little death unfolds in your body. You gasp and heave on the bed as he continues to fuck you with his tongue, drawing out your orgasm. You then start to squirm, the overstimulation becoming too much, your pussy tightening in a way that was uncomfortable, bordering on unbearable.

“Oh shit, stop” you mewl, your legs tugging at the restraints, trying your hardest to pull yourself away from you.

But he ignores you. His other hand increasing its grip on your hip, holding you in place, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh. His fingers continue to work on your clit in time with his tongue inside your walls.

Your face screws up in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sensations in your core overwhelming your entire body. Another tear escapes you as you cry out raggedly, another orgasm ripping through your body. Your sounds are pathetic as your legs tremble, a wetness seeping down your thighs and onto the bed beneath you.

“Shit yes” Matt coos into your cunt as he laps at you a few last times, relishing the taste of your juices as they dribble down his chin. Your body bucks and jerks away from his touch each time he laps at you before he finally stops.

“Such a good little whore for me” he smirks, placing a quick slap to you clit with his hand that was still pinned underneath you.

You expect him to stop now, what more could you possibly have to offer now that your body was already wreaked, the bed wet beneath you.

But of course the devil wasn’t done with you yet.

You cry out loudly when you feel two of his fingers push past your folds and breach the entrance of your sensitive pussy. You’re wriggling and crying, once so desperate for his touch, now so desperate to be free.

He begins to pump his fingers inside you, his other hand starting up its motion up again circling your clit.

“No please, I can’t” you cry pathetically, already the feeling becoming overwhelming again.

“Yes you can, and you will” he says harshly. “The devil gets what the devil wants, and you will cum again for me angel."

He spits down onto his hand, mixing his salvia in with your slick as he fucks his fingers into you with a brutal pace. You’re now really crying underneath the blindfold, your choked sobs mixing in with the sound of your moans. It takes almost no time at all for you to feel the pressure build in your core again.

“That’s it, cum for me sweetheart” and your body obliges his request right on cue. Your toes curl, your back arching upwards, the hardened wax crumbling on your skin. You choke out moans between your tears as you clench around his hand, your clit throbbing almost painfully where his fingers still circled you roughly.

He makes sure to fully draw out your climax again before he finally pulls his hand out from under you. Both his hands then go back to roaming your skin as he kisses his way up your body again, you can feel your own wetness sticking to your skin where his fingers slide over your body. This time when he holds himself over you you can feel the outline of his hard cock pressed against your ass.

“You gonna let the devil ruin this pretty perfect pussy of yours?” He taunts, his mouth hot in your ear again, his hips rutting against you. You can no longer control the tears that leak from your eyes as your core throbs painfully between your legs.

“Answer me” he commands, another harsh blow landing on your ass.

You just mewl, the tiniest “yes” bubbling past your lips and you sniff pitifully.

“That’s better” he drawls.

You hear him pump himself a few times, the slick still on his fingers mixing with his precum to help lubricate his aching cock. He then, with no warning, breaches your entrance with the head of his dick.

“Fuck” he sighs as he sinks into you. “How is it that you feel like heaven and sin wrapped into one?” He groans into your ear, his chest flush against your back.

He bites into the skin of your shoulder as he sets a brutal pace fucking into you. He’s barely started and already the sensations are starting to overwhelm you again. The warmth of his body against yours, starting to melt the wax on your skin again. The sharp cold of the metal cross hanging from his neck stuck between your writhing bodies. The burn of him moving inside your sensitive walls. The pain from where your restraints and rubbed your wrists and ankles raw.

Your body is fuelled with an electric current like you’ve never experienced, your body impossibly hot with the pleasure burning through you. If this was Hell, maybe it wasn’t so bad...

“Ah fuck, Matt” you mewl as he plunges impossibly deep inside you, hitting that special spot inside you. He’s fucking into you so hard and so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. It hurts. Oh it hurts so good.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, like the good little whore that you are” he teases, his hand slapping the side of your ass, causing another cry to escape you.

“Hmm you like that don't you? You like when the devil punishes you?” He brings his hand down harshly again.

You can barely bring yourself to form the word “yes” as your throat is full of sobs and moans. He laughs darkly at your pathetic state.

His one hand then slips under your neck, grabbing onto your throat. He lifts up your head, arching your back and bending your neck as far back as possible. His fingers begin to squeeze around your throat. The new position is uncomfortable, pain flaring through your body. But the new angle he was hitting inside you? You didn’t think your body would be able to handle your incoming orgasm, pleasure searing through veins, through every single particle of your being.

A strangled “shit” gets stuck in your mouth as yet another climax blazes through you. Tears roll down your cheeks, dripping on Matt’s hand where he held your neck in place. Your whole body shakes again, your walls clenching so hard Matt’s pace falters above you.

“Fuck angel, you’re squeezing me so good. You gonna let me leave my mark on you? The devil’s mark?”

You know he’s not really seeking permission from you. Besides, your entire body and soul is too spent to even fathom an answer. His grunts get louder in your ear, his grip tighter on your neck as he suddenly pulls himself out of your harshly, releasing your neck, moving to sit up above you. You hear the wet sounds of his own hand pumping himself before hot liquid once again hits your back, and this time you know it isn’t the candle wax. Matt’s load paints your back, creating an abstract art work of his cum and candle wax on your skin.

You both stay still for a while, panting and revelling in your highs. Your body goes limp on the bed, a kind of painful numbness taking over you. Your pussy and clit are throbbing and raw, a feeling you knew wouldn’t go away too quickly. You whine and whimper pitifully into the mattress. Matt of course hears your tiny sounds and lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a satisfied sigh.

Then suddenly his body is above yours again, his lips grazing over your neck.

“I told you” you feel him smirk against the shell of your ear. “Making love with the devil hurts."

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A/N: lmao I really took the devil theme and fucking ran with it, hope you liked it!!💫🖤✨

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[enbies-and-felonies]

Only Then I am Human / Only Then I am Clean

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@jatp-rules-my-life, this is your fault (based on this post)

Summary: Alex listens to 'Take Me to Church' by Hozier and maybe it affects him in a way he wasn't prepared for, maybe it just let's him heal a little bit.

warnings for homophobia and religious themes

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The first time Alex heard 'Take Me to Church' he was on the verge of dozing off, which was an interesting feeling as a ghost, like he was a boat tethered to a dock and he might drift away if he fell asleep for too long. The evening sun was casting lazy beams through the windows of Julie's garage, and he smiled as the warmth hit his face, causing his eyelids to droop lower. At least as a ghost, he could still enjoy some of the simpler things in life.

An old radio crackled on the little table nearby, playing songs Alex had never heard before. He enjoyed a few of them, but others he rolled his eyes at. Idly, he wondered if Reggie and Luke were having fun with Julie; She had taken them on a trip to see some sights, but Alex had opted to stay home, feeling listless, and decided to catch up on whatever new tunes had came out since he was alive.

He bopped his head slightly to 'Bad Liar' and hummed a bit to 'Counting Stars'. He had missed out on a lot of good songs. Yawning, he stretched and settled deeper into the couch, giving a contented sigh as the next song started playing, a strong piano coming in and setting the tone.

Alex liked the man's voice, and he raised an eyebrow at the lyrics.

"-She's the giggle at a funeral / Knows everybody's disapproval / I should've worshipped her sooner."

He sat up and cocked his head by a margin, feeling a tiny, guilty thrill at the way his lips quirked at the lyrics. There was a forbidden excitement that came from it's gentle blasphemy.

"Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak / A fresh poison each week."

His heart twinged. A choir, a pulpit, fire-and-brimstone preaching, he was just a kid-

"We were born sick / You heard them say it."

He sucked in a breath and his eyes flew open, throat tightening like a noose, trapping his breath like a fluttering bird in his lungs.

~~~

"This Sunday we will be touching upon the topic of a Biblical marriage!" The preacher's voice booms across the congregation, and fourteen year-old Alex's stomach sinks as he tries to slouch further down in the pew, as if he could just slip low enough that the words won't catch in his heart and weigh him down like so many stones. He briefly thinks about the millstone the preacher once mentioned. He tried to remember the context, but the only thing he comes up with is that it was for people who sinned. He gulped.

"Now, 'what exactly is Biblical marriage?' you might be asking yourself! Biblical marriage is a holy union between one man, and one woman-"

Pastor James' voice carries on, and Alex does his best to let the words pass through his ears without hearing them, the rocks weighing him down turning to boulders. His stomach turns.

"-now, the men gotta love their wives!! Just like Christ loves the church, and cares for her. Marriage is a wonderful blessing, the greatest blessing we could ever experience in fact! It is perhaps the second greatest gift God has given to humans, and as such we must respect it.

"There are many ways you can disrespect the holy marriage bed. Divorce of course is one of them. In fact, in Matthew chapter nineteen, verses one through eight-"

Alex tries to tune him out harder, knowing what's eventually coming and yet still hoping to avoid it. He counts the number of stained-glass windows -twelve without turning to either side, thirty-six if he rotates all the way- and taps his fingers on his leg to the cadence of Pastor James' words.

One, two, three, four. One and two, and three, and four-

He makes increasingly faster and more intricate beats, imagining drumsticks in his hands, base-drum pedal beneath his foot.

One and two-o-o, and four and, one and two and three-e, four-

His fingers are pattering rapidly, and he forces himself to swallow, trying to remember not to bounce his leg, trying not to distract his mom and dad, trying not to dwell on the words he can't avoid, trying not to scratch at his wrist, trying-

He can't breathe. He's trying to calm himself down but his fingers aren't a drumset and he can't play away the sin that coats his soul and he's just a kid but he can't breathe, he can't-

"And that leaves us with those who have disrespected the sacred act of marriage by letting themselves be lost in sexual perversion. I am, of course, referring to those disgusting individuals who have chosen to live the transsexual and homosexual lifestyles. People like these were born sick."

Alex's hands quit their anxious movement. He's completely still. He was born sick.

He was born sick.

~~~

"The only heaving I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you."

And he started breathing again.

"I was born sick, but I love it / Command me to be well / A-a-a-amen amen amen"

Air was rushing back into his lungs and maybe it was the way reliving that memory gave him closure, but it felt like the song was purging the preacher's burning words from where they'd branded his heart with wounds he never thought would scar-over.

Alex felt his eyes close again, letting the lyrics and the lilt of the man's voice wash over him in a cleansing baptism. His fingers began pattering against his lap, joining in with the beat, weaving him together with the music, becoming one with it.

"We've a lot of starving faithful."

He thought of himself when he was younger, sitting in church week after week begging God to fix him. He thought about the girl who bowed her head at the foot of the altar the Sunday after a lesbian couple was attacked, he thought of the way her fingers linked together like someone else's hand used to hold them, and he thought of the way she cried: silent, tears streaming down like shooting stars, her lips whispering unspoken prayers.

This song was for him, he realized. It was for him, and every moment he cried himself to sleep under his parents roof, thinking he was dirty, thinking he didn't have God's love, didn't have God's forgiveness.

It was for every time a prayer caught in his throat like a trapped butterfly, the prayers he could never bring himself to say because he was 'unworthy'.

"I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife / Offer me that deathless death / Oh good God, let me give you my life"

The lyrics seeped under his skin, replacing the lies that he had believed over the years. The lies about himself, about his faith, about his gayness-

Washed away like a world-destroying flood.

Because this song? This song was for every cold-shoulder from his parents instead of a warm hug, and it was for every time he had to watch him mom recoil from his touch, every time his father didn't quite meet his eye.

"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin."

The first tear slipped past his eyelashes, and he heaved a shuddering sigh.

"Only then I am human / Only then I am clean."

He cried, but there was a smile on his face.

~~~

When Julie and the boys got back, the radio was long silent, but Alex still sat on the couch, tear-tracks on his cheeks and a relieved smile on his face.

He had sat there a long time, reliving moments in his life, and then letting them go, letting them be washed away. He was quiet when he was surrounded by the rest of Sunset Curve, letting himself be held by them; Julie comfortingly running her fingers through his hair, Reggie linking their fingers together and side-hugging him, and Luke tugging him halfway onto his lap. They were his family, and they loved him.

"You okay, Lex?"

Alex took a deep, slow breath, letting himself take in each of their faces, and he gave a small smile.

"Yeah, I really am."

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[chicgeekgirl89]

A Tale of a Fateful Trip

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Sam Hanna, G Callen, Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, Nell Jones, Eric Beale, Otis the Sea Lion

Summary: The mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure. Four passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour. The team sets out for an afternoon of fun on Sam's boat and gets in a lot of trouble.

A/N: This just demanded, DEMANDED to be written. LOOK AT THOSE LYRICS! THE STORY WRITES ITSELF! Enjoy the nonsense! 

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“Ahoy matey!” Eric called to Sam as they walked up the dock. “Shiver me timbers and blow me down!”

“How many nautical references is he going to make today?” Deeks asked Nell.

“As many as he possibly can,” Nell said. “I’m pretty sure he made a list.”

“You can’t tell me that Eric works for the Navy and doesn’t know the difference between a pirate ship and fishing boat,” Callen asked.

“Oh he knows,” Nell said. “He just doesn’t care.”

“Deeks did you put my sunglasses in here?” Kensi called from behind them, having stopped briefly to search through her bag.

“They’re in the side pocket,” Deeks said. 

She dug around and pulled them out. “Oh thanks babe!”

“Wow, Sam, the boat looks great!” Nell said as they came aboard. 

In honor of completing his final renovations on the vessel Sam had invited the team aboard for an afternoon of fishing. They’d all seen the “before” pictures and Sam had truly outdone himself; Michelle’s name gleamed in the sunlight, water lapping cheerily against the hull. 

“Welcome aboard,” Sam said, clearly pleased at the attention his boat was getting. 

“Looks like you’ve got everything here in ‘ship shape,’” Eric said, looking around to make sure everyone had heard him.

Deeks and Nell exchanged an amused look while Sam rolled his eyes. “Sam you’ve really done an amazing job,” Kensi said, setting her bag down on the deck. “I can’t believe you did all of this yourself.”

“More like he didn’t trust anybody else to do it,” Callen said knowingly.

“You want something done right, do it yourself,” Sam said.

“Is that a new addition to the SEAL Ethos?” Deeks asked with a smirk.

Sam glared at him while the others laughed. “So, are we casting off soon Skipper?” Eric asked.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Skipper?”

“Skipper. You know.” Eric broke into song. “Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip.”

Deeks joined in. “That started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship!”

“This boat is completely seaworthy,” Sam said calmly. “We’re not going to sink and land on some godforsaken island.”

“Although if we did, the Skipper here would know exactly how to survive,” Callen said, slapping him on the shoulder.

“All right,” Sam shook him off. “Enough jokes. Before we get underway we need to discuss safety regulations and procedures.”

“Sam we work for the Navy,” Kensi said with a snort. “I think most of us are clear on watercraft safety procedures.”

The amused looks all around suggested everyone else was thinking the same thing. He silenced them all with a patented Sam Hanna glare. “Life jackets are located in the wheelhouse. If there is a water emergency you should immediately don a flotation device.”

“I’m sorry, are you a boat captain or a flight attendant?” Deeks asked skeptically.

Another glare. “All garbage and recycling should be thrown in the proper receptacles located at the front and rear of the boat. There is no smoking—“

“No one here smokes,” Eric pointed out.

“No discharging of weapons on deck—“

“You would be the most likely to do that,” Nell said.

“No excessive inebriation—“

“And no fun!” Callen finished up for him. “Anchors away Skipper!”

Sam folded his arms across his chest. “You know if I’m the Skipper that makes you Gilligan.”

Callen thought for a moment and shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“Hey, Sam, before we cast off, do you have a fridge on this puppy for the beer?” Deeks held up the cooler he and Kensi had brought from the bar.

“That depends. Is it regular beer or some concoction the two of you made up full of snails and seaweed?” Sam asked.

Deeks looked at Callen. “Was that this batch?”

“No this one is blueberry and cayenne,” Callen said.

Nell eyed them both. “Sometimes I really wonder about you two.”

“Don’t we all,” Kensi said, nose wrinkling at the thought of trying yet another of her husband’s beer experiments.

“There’s one downstairs,” Sam said. “Get comfortable, we’re going out pretty far.”

They all waved goodbye to Otis and within thirty minutes the shoreline had disappeared. Sam took his time finding a good spot and dropped the anchor, coming out of the wheelhouse to get the fishing rods ready. 

Deeks whistled the Gilligan’s Island theme song as he baited his hook. “Stop with that song,” Sam said.

“What, were you more of a Brady Bunch fan?” Deeks asked. 

“I would bet Sam watched a lot of Bonanza,” Callen said.

“Really? I would have pegged him for a Dragnet guy,” Nell said from where she was laid out, sunning herself on the deck in a large hat and sunglasses. 

“Would you all stop it?” Sam asked, setting down the bait bucket. “I didn’t watch any of those shows.” He cast his line. “I watched The Munsters.”

“That explains a lot,” Kensi muttered.

“What could that possibly explain?” Sam asked. 

Eric inhaled deeply. “Gosh, just being out here, the salty air, the wind in the sails—“

“Not a sailboat,” Callen said with a shake of his head.

“—makes me feel like breaking out my tap shoes and doing a little number from ‘Anything Goes,” Eric said.

“You sure about that?” Deeks asked. “You’re looking a little pale there buddy.”

Indeed, Eric had lost what little color he had in his cheeks and upon close inspection seemed clammy. “No, nope, I’m great,” he insisted, gripping the rail a little tighter as the boat swayed on the waves.

“Babe you should put on some sunscreen,” Kensi said, pulling a tube out of her bag.

“Don’t need it!” Deeks said. “Too many hours surfing the waves. I’m like a golden god.”

Kensi sent him the bemused look that she saved especially for him. “Deeks put the sunscreen on.”

Everyone was distracted by a retching sound as Eric turned and began hurling his guts out over the side of the boat. “Whoa hey, not on the deck!” Sam said, jumping up and rushing over to make sure nothing marred the boat’s new paint job.

“Yikes, thar he blows,” Deeks said, giving Nell a low five of sea related humor as he walked by. 

“I don’t understand,” Eric said, coming up for air, eyes wild. “I took a dramamine.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes that doesn’t help out in the deep water,” Sam said, patting his back.

“I think I packed some of those pressure point bracelet things,” Kensi said, digging in her bag once again.

“Who are you today, Mary Poppins?” Callen asked.

“It’s always good to be prepared,” Kensi said, pulling a bracelet out of an inner zippered pouch and handing it over to Sam who shoved it onto Eric’s wrist as he began to heave again.

“Ooh I think I got one!” Deeks said, his line pulling down hard toward the water.

Callen anchored his own line and came to help, both of them pulling and tugging. “Holy Blackbeard what is it a Great White?” Deeks grunted as it nearly jerked out of his hands.

“Just keep pulling!” Callen said.

Without warning the line snapped sending both of them tumbling onto the deck in a heap. Callen landed on top of Deeks’ chest, the wind knocked out of both of them. “Well this is awkward,” Deeks said when he could breathe again.

“Geez Callen, Kensi is right here,” Nell said. 

“Yeah if you’re going to make a move you could at least do it somewhere private,” Kensi said, neither of them moving to help the guys up.

“Ha ha,” Callen said as he got to his feet and held out a hand to Deeks. “Sorry Deeks, looks like it’s the one that got away.”

“Like Carrie Jenkins,” Deeks said morosely, staring at the water.

“Who’s Carrie Jenkins?” Eric asked, popping his head up briefly.

“My third grade crush. She moved to Boise and I never heard from her again.”

“How tragic,” Kensi said with a roll of her eyes. 

“Um, hey guys?” Nell said, coming out of her seat, eyes focused on the horizon. “Is it just me or is that boat getting really close, really fast?”

Everyone’s eyes followed hers to see a rather large boat approaching as a fast clip. “Could just be somebody out for a joyride,” Callen said as Sam procured a pair of binoculars. 

“There’s been a pretty big increase in drug running up and down the coast in the last couple years,” Deeks said, coming to stand next to Sam. 

“Can you see anything?” Kensi asked.

Sam shook his head. “Not yet. But they’re moving pretty fast.”

He handed the binoculars to Callen. “I’m going to go blast the horn.”

“They’re not slowing down,” Nell said as Sam hit the horn three times. 

“No, they’re definitely not,” Callen said. 

If anything they seemed to be speeding up. The realization hit all of them at the same time, but it was Callen who managed to get the words out. “They’re going to ram us! Everybody down!” 

They all hit the deck and seconds later there was a bone shattering impact as the other boat clipped the bow. “Everybody all right?” Callen yelled, the waves rocking them so hard it seemed like they were in danger of capsizing.

“We’re good!” Deeks yelled back, an arm thrown over Kensi’s shoulders.

“Fine!” Nell yelled.

“I’m going to throw up again,” Eric moaned.

“Sam!” Callen started to scramble to his feet only to come back down again as the rapid staccato sound of gunfire burst through the air.

“What the hell is going on?!” Kensi cried.

“There are weapons in the hold,” Callen said. “Cabinet next to the fridge!”

“I’m on it!” Deeks called, crawling to the stairs. 

Gunfire continued to rain down on them and then there were several short bursts and Sam reappeared from the wheelhouse, Glock in hand. “Can we assume the ‘no firing weapons on deck’ rule is out the window?” Callen yelled.

Sam spared half a second to glare at him before letting off another round. Deeks reappeared and tossed weapons out to the rest of the team.

It seemed their added firepower was enough to run off their attackers because as fast as it had started it was over. The boat turned in the water, churning up massive waves in its wake as it sped away.

Things seemed deafeningly silent in the moments that followed. “Everybody good?” Sam called.

“Good,” they all chimed in one at a time.

“We need to call it in,” Nell said, her voice less than steady.

“I’m on it,” Callen said.

“I have to check for damage to the engine and see if we’re taking on water,” Sam said. Even he seemed unusually shaken. It was one thing to be shot at in the line of duty, it was another to be taken completely by surprise on your day off.

“I’ll come with you,” Deeks offered.

“We’ll bag up the brass out here,” Nell said. 

“There’s uh, there’s bags down in the kitchen,” Sam said. “Gloves in the drawer next to the stove.”

Eric made another gagging sound and Nell pulled a face, pushing him gently back to the railing. “Let’s try to barf away from the evidence, okay?”

#NCIS LA #Gilligan's Island #Sam Hanna #G Callen #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Eric Beale #Nell Jones #Otis the Sea Lion #A Tale of a Fateful Trip #Team shenanigans #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #Fanfic

[ravenbrenna09]

Jij Verliest - Chapter Three: Clip 2

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Zondag 18:25

When Robbe had seen the message pop up on his phone in the middle of his Saturday afternoon stream, it had taken nearly all of his willpower not to answer it right there. He had toyed with the idea—multiple times—of sending a message to Sander. But every time that Robbe typed up a message and nearly hit send, he would talk himself out of it and delete it altogether. Then, Robbe had seen the notification on his lock screen—earthlingoddity sent you a message—and, despite the fact that he had started the stream thirty minutes before, he had been ready to leap to the phone to respond. 

Robbe managed to restrain himself from doing so, trying his best to focus on the stream and the chat while in front of the computer. Yet he didn’t even last an hour. Once his eagerness to read the message got the better of him, he announced that he was taking a break before immediately taking his phone in the other room. Despite the length of time that had passed between his text and Robbe’s response, Sander responded back immediately and their entire conversation made Robbe’s stomach swell. 

So much so that he nearly forgot to go back to the stream.

From the moment that Robbe sat down at the table—the one next to the jukebox that Sander said he loved so much—he could feel the nervous bubble in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to meet Sander. It wasn’t the first time that he was alone with Sander. They had been short interactions, all interrupted by something or someone they couldn’t control, but they had been nice all the same. Yet he felt nervous; like he was sixteen all over again, heading out on his first date with the first guy he liked. 

And it brought up another question—was this a date?

In every sense of the word, except for being labeled as such, it felt like a date. Robbe and Sander were two people meeting up at a bar to hang out, have a few drinks, and get to know each other. Since Wednesday, all of their conversations—especially their texts in the past 24 hours—had been flirtatious. Whenever Robbe thought about it, it felt like a date or, rather, a potential date. For all he knew, Sander simply wanted to hang out because they got along so well. Maybe he flirted with everyone. 

When Sander arrived, dressed in a graphic shirt, a pair of skinny jeans that curved to his legs, and a blinding smile, Robbe felt his stomach clench a little. The bleach-blond headed over to the bar gracefully, where, as soon as he had stepped inside, the bartender had placed a beer on the counter. Sander waited until she served another then, moved to the table where Robbe was waiting and placed one of the glasses on the coaster in front of him. 

“I hope a beer is okay,” Sander said, grinning at him.

“Yeah, it’s good,” Robbe replied, moving the glass closer to him. 

There was a moment of silence that drew out in the space between them. It wasn’t like the silence that he experienced with Thomas, especially in the last months of their relationship, where it felt like someone was dragging their nails across a chalkboard. That silence was the kind that could make a minute feel like an hour, as Robbe teetered uncomfortably on scattered eggshells. With Sander, the silence felt warmer and more comfortable, as though both of them were unsure how to start, but there was an eagerness in the air like they couldn’t wait to begin.

Robbe took a sip of his beer, swallowing his nerves. “So,” he said. Sander glanced at him, raising his glass to his lips. Robbe searched for a question to ask, trying not to seem too invasive, before settling on. “How did you and Senne meet?” 

“Let’s see,” Sander chuckled. There was a serious look on his face as he launched into the story. Robbe leaned forward to anticipation. “It was a month or two after he and Zoë split up. There was this little bakery near my apartment that I would always go to. One morning, I was rushing to get croissants for my step-mother as Senne was entering the store and you can imagine what happened.” Robbe laughed. “And, after that, we started talking when we were both in the store—the general stuff, studies, relationships. Then, we exchanged numbers. Once that happened, we were virtually inseparable and he quickly became my best friend.”  

“That’s awesome,” Robbe commented. “I’m glad that he found a friend after leaving the flatshare.”

“Yeah, it’s been a fun time,” Sander said before asking, “Do you have a job on campus?”

Robbe shook his head. “No, I don’t,” he said. “I—” Robbe caught himself before he could continue, biting down on his bottom lip. Sander glanced up questionably and Robbe shook his head. “No, I don’t really have a job. My dad helps pay for my expenses and stuff.” 

“That’s nice of him,” Sander said. 

“Yeah, I think he might still feel guilty,” Robbe admitted. 

“What for?” 

As Robbe launched into the story about his father leaving his mother, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about the white lie that he had told Sander. 

Over the past two years of streaming full-time, he had grown used to the upturned noses, uncomfortable looks, and snide remarks about how he should “grow up.” There were people in the world who didn’t believe that Robbe could make a comfortable living by playing games on the Internet or liked to voice their opinions on his life. While Robbe knew he couldn’t do it permanently, at least at his current level, Robbe never felt comfortable hearing people rip into what he loved. Generally, he avoided talking about it until he knew someone better. 

When Thomas had found out, back in their second month of dating, Robbe had been worried that he would react that way. But Thomas had surprised him. He had wanted to learn more about Fortnite and watched his streams in between classes and studying. Thomas had been one of the rare exceptions of the people he dated in that regard. If Sander launched into a tangent about what he was doing to get money for bills and expenses, Robbe wouldn’t know how to feel.

“That sucks,” Sander said, pulling Robbe out of his thoughts. His companion was staring at Robbe as he traced the rim of his glass with his pointer finger, the silver band glinting in the light of the bar. “I never had to go through a divorce so I can’t imagine how heavy that must’ve been.”

“Yeah,” Robbe admitted. “When my dad left, my mom crashed. I tried my best to be there for her, but I knew there was only so much I could do. I resented him for leaving us and then for trying to take me away from her. But since then, we’ve managed to repair our relationship a little.”

“That’s good,” Sander said. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s never going to be the way it was before,” Robbe said sadly. Seeing Sander’s soft gaze, those green eyes pointed directly at him, Robbe had to fight the blush growing on his cheeks and ducked his head down. “I don’t know. Sometimes I get nostalgic.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Sander said. He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward. The song playing on the jukebox behind them ended and it let out a light buzz as it searched for a new song to play. Sander shrugged his shoulders as he turned to Robbe. “Sometimes I like to think about what might have happened if—” 

Suddenly, a song broke out from the speakers. Sander cut himself off mid-sentence. For a second, it looked like something else washed over him. His head tilted back, letting out a content sigh, and Robbe simply watched him in curiosity. His eyes lingered on the beauty mark on his cheek and the mole on his neck. Then, as soon as it began, Sander snapped out of it and turned to him again. Robbe didn’t even register the embarrassment of being caught because Sander was speaking again, “Do you know David Bowie?” 

“A little,” Robbe admitted. 

Truth to be told, Robbe had heard of David Bowie before. One evening, Thomas had taken Robbe out to a small restaurant near the campus. While the two of them were talking, a song came on the radio that caused Thomas’s nose to twist up in disgust and a sneer covered his face. Soon after, Thomas had launched into a mini-rant about David Bowie and 80s music and how he hated the rift or the acoustic. Every time a particular song would come on, Thomas would launch into a discussion about it, ripping the song and its lyrics to shreds. Most times, Robbe would tune the majority of the rant out, trying to hone in on the song he hated so much. Since then, Robbe made sure to never bring up David Bowie or switch the station.

Even if he was enjoying the song. 

“So,” Sander said, bringing him back. “By ‘a little,’ you mean ‘not at all.’” 

“What? No, I do,” Robbe said, laughing. 

“Okay,” Sander said, smirking at him. “Name three of his songs.” 

“Okay, challenge accepted. Space Oddity,” Robbe listed off, holding up one finger. In the briefest of moments, Sander’s face lit up and his emerald green eyes somehow got brighter. “Life on Mars, and…” he trailed off, holding up a second finger. Robbe bit down hard on his lip, trying (and failing) to ignore the soft look on Sander’s face. “Ah, and Heroes.” As Robbe glanced over to him, the corner of Sander’s lips tugged up and Robbe leaned towards him. “How did I do?”

“Three out of three,” Sander said, grinning. 

Robbe fist-pumped. 

“I’m impressed,” Sander admitted, leaning toward him. “You don’t really strike me for a Bowie fan.” 

“I’m not,” Robbe admitted. At his admission, Sander looked downright offended. Robbe felt his cheeks flush under Sander’s intense gaze and he quickly added, “At least, not really. I’ve heard a handful of his songs on the radio and I really liked them. But when it came to older music, specifically David Bowie, uh, my ex-boyfriend was always incredibly opinionated about it.” 

There was a disgusted look on his face as Robbe took the final drink of his beer. “How opinionated?” Sander asked, curious.

“Bad opinionated,” Robbe admitted. He shrugged and leaned on the edge of the table. “Every time an 80s song would come on, he would launch into a rant about the acoustics or the lyrics of the particular song. I’m not sure if it was specifically 80s music, but that’s what he would say it was. And it would go on forever. From the way he was talking, you would have thought he was arguing a case in a courtroom, not talking about a song on the radio that he didn’t have to listen to.” 

For a moment, Sander was quiet. His bright green eyes were staring at Robbe intensely, and Robbe couldn’t help the need to stare right back. As his brown eyes connected with Sander’s green ones, he felt the electric spark shoot through him again. Robbe bit down on his lip, refusing to look away as Sander continued. Then, Sander announced, “Well, your ex-boyfriend has bad taste.”

Robbe blinked, confused. “Huh?” 

“What? He does,” Sander said, matter-of-factly. He twisted on his stool and grabbed his empty beer glass in one hand. Turning to Robbe, he held up one finger. “Firstly, he doesn’t like David Bowie or, as you say, ‘80s music,’ which is an automatic sign that he doesn’t have good taste.” 

“I think your scale is a little biased,” Robbe said, grinning at him.

“Maybe a little,” Sander admitted, shrugging “But David Bowie is an amazing artist and what I wouldn’t give to have discovered him sooner.” Robbe chuckled, shaking his head. “And, secondly,” Sander added, holding up a second finger. “He broke up with you, right? From our talk the other day, you didn’t seem to actually want to end the relationship.”

“Yeah,” Robbe whispered. “He was the one that wanted to break up.” 

“There you go,” Sander stated. He reached toward Robbe, grabbing the empty glass out of his hands. Robbe looked at him as Sander leaned closer to him, grinning from ear-to-ear. “No one with a good sense of taste would walk away from you. Your ex broke up with you. Therefore, even if he did like David Bowie, he couldn’t have good taste.” 

Robbe swallowed, his stomach swelling unexpectedly. As his brain struggled to keep up with what Sander had just said, Robbe found himself struggling to keep the heat from rising to his cheeks. 

With a knowing look in his eyes, Sander held up the glass that Robbe had relinquished. “Did you want a refill?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied. When his voice cracked a little, he swallowed again. Thankfully, his voice didn’t crack as he added, “Yes, I would like a refill. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Sander grinned, sliding off the stool with ease. “I’ll be right back.” 

Robbe nodded. As Sander moved to the bar, Robbe watched him without hesitation. Once Sander reached the bar and handed over the glasses, the bartender, an older woman with brown hair, quickly set to work with refilling the glasses. As the two of them talked, Robbe couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sander. Even if he wanted to, which he didn’t, Robbe couldn’t stop thinking about Sander and his confession. Quickly, Sander glanced over at him and smiled once he saw Robbe was looking. 

Without thinking, Robbe returned the smile before shifting his attention elsewhere. As he focused on the nearby television, which was playing a football game, Robbe let out a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves as one thought ran through his mind. Now, it definitely felt like a date.

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[in-arlathan]

The Rebel’s Ascension

An Annotated Writing Playlist

Because it came up recently that writing a story is getting real serious when you reach the “Making a playlist” level, I wanted to share the soundtrack I created for “The Rebel’s Ascension” for your enjoyment. I included some remarks how the songs help me with the fic or what kind of scenes they remind me of.

If you want to do this for you own fic, consider yourself tagged! It’s always interesting to see what others writers listen to while crafting their stories. <3

Here’s the link to the playlist on Spotify.

The entire “soundtrack” is meant to help me capture the tone of the story. For me, “The Rebel’s Ascension” is dark and gritty, so I looked for songs (instrumental and otherwise) that convey that feeling for me. While browsing around on Spotify I found a whole bunch of artists that make music with a Nordic/Norse, Celtic or folkoristic touch, which was a perfect fit. Some chanting, a lot of drums. Most of it very traditional but not boring.

Many of the instrumental songs come from soundtracks like “Vikings”, “God of War”, “The Witcher 3″ and “Gladiator”. All of them help me with the pacing of the scenes since I like to go for a walk, listen to the music and let the story play out in my head.

Some songs do have lyrics, though. I chose them mainly by their ability to make me think of a certain character. They are the “theme songs”, so to say. The ones for Solas and Mythal resonate with me the most but all in all, the music helps me to get excited about the story whenever I feel unmotivated to sit down and write.

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Below the cut, you’ll find more annotations on specific songs for specific scenes and chapters. I placed them there, because they contain mild spoilers for the story. If you don’t mind or you’re just here to read my weird thoughts on ancient elves and their relationships, you’re clear to proceed. :)

“The Last Kingdom” by John Lunn & Eivør – I call them the opening credits. This piece of music serves as an overall theme for the entire story. As soon as I hear it, I get excited and want to get back to writing. The song has that sense of mystery and danger that fits perfectly, and really keeps me motivitated.

“Small Moves” by Alan Silvestri – This is my personal theme for Solas in this story. It’s soft and warm and little melancholic. I can imagine him as a kind and considerate young man who likes to help those in need (a side of his character which he will learn to lock away, as we all very well know).

"Memories of Mother” by Bear McCreary – For me, this song really captures Solas’s feelings for Mythal. Although I gave them a mentor-protége relationship in the story, I always headcanon Mythal is very motherly to Solas (more than for her “real children” like Andruil or Dirthamen). In my mind, Mythal would love to raise Solas up to be one of the Evanuris but he refuses her because he doesn’t want to be corrupted by their power, which might serve as a source of conflict later on.

“How Fare The Gods?” by Syven – Although I have several songs in the playlist that I attribute to specific members of the elven pantheon, this song served as an overall theme for them. I listenend to this a lot, when Solas is summoned before the gods in chapter 1.

“Progeny” by Hans Zimmer – In chapter 2, Solas enters the Beyond and meets Ghil Din’an, a Spirit of Death. Althought it’s a friendly encounter and the spirit ultimately tries to help Solas, I always wanted the scene to have this air of foreboding. This piece of music conveys that perfectly.

“Svanrand” by Heilung – Andruil makes an appearance in chapter 3, and to say I’m intrigued by her character would be a vast understatement. For me, she is a predator and this song brought me in the right mind to write her. Maybe I should do a one-shot with her as the protagonist.

“Tryfing” by Danheim – In the story, Solas is sent by the Evanuris to find a creature they refer to as the “Black Dread”. It’s basically a play on words, mending the historical “Black Death” together with the “Dread Wolf”. When I listen to this song, I can see the showdown between Solas and the creature in my head. It’s dangerous and dynamic and I can’t wait to write that scene. Fun fact: The song is named after a magical sword form Norse mythology. How fitting is that?

“The Song of the Sword-Dancer” by Pervical Schuttenbach, Marcin Przybylowicz – Felani is one of the elvhen OCs I created for the story. She is a skilled blacksmith and bound in servitude to June from whom she had learned her craft. In my personal head-canon for her, she creates the Sulevin blade to help Fen’Harel’s rebellion in their fight against the Evanuris.

“Death Smiles At All Of Us” by Hans Zimmer, Lisa Gerrard – This comes rather late in the playlist but everytime the music starts to play, I feel this little chill and I’m like “Yeah, this is gonna be good!”. For me, it’s the prelude to the final showdown between Solas and one of the Evanuris (I won’t give away which one though). Also, death is kind of an over-all theme in the story.

“Vox Populi” by Thirty Seconds To Mars – If this fic were a movie, this would be the song that played while the credits roll. It reminds me of where the story is going and has the best fitting lyrics ever. It’s a song about calling people to arms, being a traitor and a dreamer. I can’t listen to this without thinking of Solas. It makes me eager to get to THE END.

There a many more songs in the playlist but these are the once that resonate with me and the story the most. If you like to check it out, here’s the Spotify link again.

#writing #writing music #writing playlist #writing with music is necessary #work in progress #wip #rebels ascension #fanfiction #dragon age #solas #fen'harel #ancient elves #arlathan #elvhenan

[eutaerpe]

venus and mars

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings — fluff, idolverse, boyfriend au, a wild (brat) jungkook appears, sleep deprived maknae line

notes  — hi!!! this is part of a small series of disconnected drabbles/blurbs centered on jimin, who is not my bias wrecker,,.......aha........yeah. unedited so sorry for my mistakes, this was written when i was sleep deprived.......aha......!!! i’ll link in the future the venus and mars moodboard, as tumblr still fucks up posts with links :( hope you like this!!! send me thoughts?? or love? wait no i’m proving a point i’m not jimin ♥︎

summary  — “He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.” 

Sometimes releasing an album it’s exhausting.

Jimin knows that.

It’s indefinitely cooler dropping hints to your fans and making them believe it’s a mind-blowing journey where you write lyrics everyday and produce sounds in thirty minutes tops. Like they’ve always been there, like they’ve been in your mind the whole time and you just had to politely ask them to come out and materialize themselves.

Most of the time, it’s just people in a room. Nodding to whatever is happening in their Macs, moving their hands in the air, following a certain rhythm one day thousands of people will know. Sometimes, instead, it’s all quiet, if he’s lucky; there’s only a reigning peace towering the leather couches and armchairs where people are sprawled on.

Right now, the silence’s broken by the small sounds his phone is making. The truth is that he’s gently forcing everyone to listen to his tracks.

He has been holding his phone and earbuds for the past forty-three minutes, crouching on his knees next to the person he needed the approval of. It’s a tad embarrassing, and people mostly thinks he does this in order to fulfil his praise kink, but. They’re not totally wrong.

He just really, desperately needs approval.

“It’s nice,” Namjoon says, and Jimin feels a rush of excitement spreading into his body. Namjoon doesn’t lie. Namjoon likes telling the truth, whether it’s a rushed “I don’t like it, I feel like you could do a lot better” or a warmer “I like this vibe. Keep working on this.”

Getting the members’ approval is one of the moments he shields the most in his heart, along with private, quick moments fans can’t see taking place. There’s a lot of congratulations behind the stage, a lot of hugging that can’t happen because of all the styling and make-up, lots of texts read by the managers out loud, declaring things like “you’ve really outdone yourselves” and “keep that going”, which never fail to make Jimin warm.

Though the hastiness of it all is somewhat frightening. There are people crowding the streets and stadiums and everywhere they go—for them, Jimin thinks, it’s heavier. The tickets fever, waiting outside for hours, shifting their bodies into difficult positions, outside buildings for so long just to see their smiles flashing for thirty seconds.

It’s unnerving.

Fans do so much and they—they jump into their cars, rapidly seeing the fans becoming dots into the distance. In a millisecond. Jimin hates that.

It’s past four am, his rushed recording has gotten almost everyone’s approval – not Jungkook’s, though; the Brat has decided that his work needs more backup vocals and a lot heavier hook, and drums or other weird, loud instruments – and this result alone should be relaxing, or. Exciting, he supposes. This should result in a definitely warmer feeling aimed to push him to work harder, as stuff like this usually does, but this time feels different. This time it’s – nonsense, an unknown frigid state of anxiety that he cannot calm down.

Dorm life feels suffocating now, because Seokjin is in the studio, Namjoon is distantly working to lyrics and Hoseok has disappeared ever since he announced he’d be working for a diverse track, loud and crazy and depictive of their pent-up energy.

Anxious Jimin knows talking helps, but Rational Jimin argues that the only voice he’d want to hear, now, is not available, so what’s the point?

You’re resting.

Aha. What a feeling. What an unconceivable, strange action he was used to when he was younger.

Still, you’re resting. Closing your eyelids for more than thirty-six seconds on a working day. Sleeping.

Like every other normal human being at four am.

He groans, unblocking his phone and instantly drowning in his oversized hoodie, his left hand barely making an appearance in the cold hair.

He shouldn’t, he reckons, but you have always told Jimin he shouldn’t think, and moreover, he shouldn’t listen to his self-destructive thoughts when hungry or sleep-deprived.

So, ding, ding, ding! He excels in non-proper thinking when sleep deprived – and he’s always sleep deprived, so. Ten thousand points to Gryffindor, as Seokjin-hyung would say.

Jungkook mutters a “Gotta pee,” exiting the room and leaving Jimin alone in the living room. You’re not picking up. That’s okay, that’s fine, he should really stop bothering you—

“Hey, Chim,”

It’s the softest voice he has ever heard in his twenty-three years of life. God. You could punch him in the gut, and he’d thank you.

“Is…” – you’re shuffling in bed, and he can picture you passing a hand over your closed eyes – “Is everything okay?”

Jimin licks his lips, feeling his tiredness embracing him. “Yeah, sorry I woke you up…”

“Mhm.” You breathe out. “Nonsense.”

He hears you sitting on your bed, yawning. “Have you showed the others your recording?”, you ask, because you’re perfect like this. Jimin instantly feels guilty for this random night call.

“The hyungs liked it,” he murmurs, voice low, “I’ll show you tomorrow, if you want to?”

“Please. It’s not like I’ve been begging you to for the past week, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the main reason why I’m avoiding you.”

You groan, making him smile. “Don’t joke about it, jerk. We miss you.”

“We?”

“My bed? Me? Mostly the bed, though?”

The idiot snorts. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

But you do love this idiot. “Not joking. I’ve been hearing stuff from these sheets. ‘Been missing your non-existent tattoo.”

“Sounds logic.” Jimin hums, and that’s all you need to hear to know he’s feeling better than seconds ago.

“Babe,” you start, tongue rolling on the back of your mouth, “What I’m about to say is not gonna make a lot of sense because a minute ago I was dreaming about chocolate bunnies and serial killers, but. You know I miss you, right? But then again, you know this, and you know that I love you.”

Jungkook plops on the couch and starts scrolling on what Jimin assumes is his secret twitter account. Stan account, according to the sources. (Taehyung and Seokjin are his sources, thank you very much). When the younger turns around and catches him staring, Jimin all but attempts a smile—promptly cut by the cushion Guk throws him.

Jimin sighs. They grow up so fast.

“I know you. I know that if there’s someone who can go through these hard few days, it’s you and the guys. In a couple weeks you’re going to think about this day and laugh because it sounds like the plot of an indie, overrated movie. You can do it. I know you do.”

He loves you so much he could cry, but he decides against it. Instead, he says: “You’re like my energizer drink, you know?”

To which Jungkook and you both answer with a disinterested, “Ew, disgusting.”

The things your boyfriend says when sleepy. Gosh.

“Why the fuck is noona still dating you?” – Jungkook prorupts loudly enough that you hear, voice painted with curiosity – “You’re weird, hyung.”

“It’s definitely because of your dick—”

“She says I’m a kind soul.”

“—Dicking game’s so good I might forget you just called me a sweetened drink.”

“And buy her expensive stuff.”

Jungkook feigns a shocked face. “So, you’re her sugar daddy? Noona, I have an apartment. For myself.”

“Don’t hit on my girl right in front of me, kid.”

You erupt into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, when did Guk become so annoying? I love him. Can we adopt him?”

“Too bad,” he says aloud, trying not to smile, “Too bad we’ve already adopted him as our group’s mascot, babe. He’s not an obedient child, though.”

The “Fuck off,” Jungkook sputters is enough for making you laugh so hard he doesn’t have it in himself to stop you because you’re so loud you could wake Tae, asleep on the kitchen counter.

This—this moment right here, is what Jimin loves most about his life. Besides performing and laughing because Jungkook called him a small pepper once again – the audacity – and other vague, members-related facts. You calm him, and love him, and listen to whatever thing he has on his mind.

“He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud.”

“Yeah, me neither. Guess one of us really needs to sleep and, shockingly, that’s not you?”

“I know,” – Jimin assures, closing his eyes – “Pretty sure this is another of your strange dreams, weirdo.”

You’re drifting off, and it’s the cutest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. “Kiss Guk goodnight. And…” a yawn, “Call me again in a couple hours, I really want to know what you’re working on, baby.”

“That can do,” he says, softly. “Love you.”

But he doesn’t hear you saying it back to him.

Only Taehyung muttering a soft “Nobody ever kisses me goodnight.”, half dead, half pouted, which makes Jimin smile like an idiot.

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[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

What I'm doing here is a sort of... Lyrics list. Hmmm. I don't know how to call it. But I find some lyrics (and also some quotes from books) really fucking powerful. Not just beautiful, powerful. And it's kinda a post for myself, so I have somewhere to put these lyrics I like (I can't keep writing them on my hands).

I have loved you for a thousand years/i'll love you for a thousand more (A thousand years, Christina Perri)

But you will remember me/remember me, for centuries (Centuries, Fall Out Boy)

And then the void. The heavy silence of a too bright cell.

Prevert told us so/what a bullshit/the war

But for now/it's time to run/it's time to run (Run boy run, Woodkid)

You said yourself fantastically/congratulations you were all alone (Amsterdam, imagine dragons)

Well just look at what you've done/don't you dare forget the sun (don't you dare forget the sun, Get Scared)

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie/and the moment to live and the moment to die (This is war, thirty seconds to Mars)

What it is and where it stops nobody knows/You gave me a life I never chose/I wanna leave but the world won't let me go/Wanna leave but the world won't let me go (Blindness, Metric)

Just like fire, burning out the way/If I can light the world up for just one day (Just like fire, P!nk)

Let's start a riot, a riot/Let's start a riot (Riot, Three days grace)

And there's a sharp, electric zzZZZAKK and a shaft of red and blue light sings through the air.

You are the silence in between/What I thought and what I said/You are the night-time fear/You are the morning when it's clear/When it's over you'll start/You're my head, you're my heart (No light, no light, Florence and the machine)

You've got blood on your hands/and I know it's mine/I just need more time (Unfinished business, White Lies)

I swear to god/I wasn't born to fight/maybe just a little bit/enough to make me sick of it (Bambi, Hippo campus)

Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie (Broken crown, Mumford and sons)

In every loss, in every lie/In every truth that you'd deny/And each regret, and each goodbye/Was a mistake too great to hide (New Divide, Linkin Park)

#lyric quotes #Music #fall out boy #christina perri #get scared #woodkid #thirty seconds to mars #three days grace #p!ink #Metrics #imagine dragons #florence and the machine #white lies #hippo campus #Quotes #Dripping stardust #tattoo ideas

[lokis-lady-death]

Bake-tastic One

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Lady Death: I tagged anyone I thought might be interested! Just a simple two part story about a girl meeting a man and baking some cupcakes.  I did this by request for a super awesome mutual’s birthday! @kcd15 I hope you enjoy it, I’m so sorry it’s late but you get two parts for being so patient <3 Hope you enjoy!

Bake-tastic

Step One: Introductions

“Don't Stop Believin’  by Journey,” you recognized immediately. “Good choice.” There was no hiding the delight on your face as you laid back in your chair, slipped on your sunglasses, and sang along to the tune.

You couldn't help but think this is how everyone should spend a day off, lounging on a balcony in California, dazing in and out of a mid-day nap to the sound of soulful tunes on the perfect playlist.

It was such a cliche spring morning, really. The sky was that bright shade of blue with sparse clouds, the breeze blew just enough that it kept the air at the right temperature. The city was even more peaceful than usual, with birds chirping, kids playing and hardly any cars passing by your condominium. The only real sound you heard was the music emanating from your neighbor's place above your head.

The main reason you enjoyed these days? Frankly, you needed the distraction. You were a full time barista at a local big bakery that catered to the cupcake-addicted southern L.A. day walkers and all you wanted was to unwind. Bake-tastic, despite its horrifically punny name, was actually an up and coming hangout spot that was making a name for itself among the baked goods industry.

The only problem?

You weren't baking.

Growing up in the south, you had loved everything about baking since you were a little girl in your grandmother’s kitchen, playing in her aprons and sneaking off with her cookbooks, but it wasn't until when you sister asked you to move to move to Cali  that you decided to act on your passion.

But, as it turned out, if you want to bake here, you needed experience. Experience no one was willing to give you. All you had managed to do was make coffee and take orders for cakes and other treats you weren’t allowed to actually create.

That honor was left to the owner of the bakery, a man whom, in your months of working there, had never once come in during the day shift. You never met the mysterious baker, but couldn’t deny his talents the first time you tried his mixed berry tarte. Everything he created was a miniature masterpiece all their own. You wanted desperately tk meet him, or even more, bake with him, but that was a quickly squashed dream. He kept to himself, prefering to come after closing to bake everything throughout the night. The next morning, when you and your coworkers would arrive, all you would need to do was set out the new baked goods and make coffee. The others were fine with the remedial tasks, but you were not.

It wasn’t necessarily living the dream, but the music had a nice way of dulling out the disappointment.

If your sister had been out there she would be complaining about it, but truthfully you enjoyed your little free concerts. It required no work on your part and in today's world, you could use some mindless way to unwind. It wasn't long before you recognized a pattern in when the music played: usually in the afternoons of week days, stopping promptly at seven, Saturday morning and most of Sunday. Not particularly meaning to, you began to plan breaks outside around when the neighbor would have their music on. It had become a sort of ritual: weekdays when you got off work you would shower, throw on your bathrobe, and come lounge until seven. On weekends, you spent your mornings sipping coffee in your pajamas.

This Saturday was no different. Right at six in the morning, the neighbor's sliding door opened, releasing a symphony of classic rock music out into the world. Here you were, ready to soak it up as you sang out the stress of your week through lyrics of musical geniuses with a cup of coffee in one hand and a freshly made strawberry Danish in the other.

It was around thirty minutes later, as you were going along to Matchbox Twenty’s 3am that your tone began to carry. By the second verse you had gotten a bit carried away, singing along and dancing in your chair as the words you had known by heart for nearly two decades came pouring out. You had become some enamored by the words that you didn't even notice the music had been turned down.

When the next song began, you took in one last deep breath of spring air, stretching your arms up above your head until you heard that satisfying pop of your shoulders. You had been rejuvenated and were ready for whatever the rest of your Saturday brought.

But just when you turned to walk back into the apartment, you heard someone ask, “Oh, are you going in already?”

There was no stopping the loud curse word from escaping your lips as you tried to pull yourself back into your skin. Whipping around, you expected to see a man to go along with that sharp comment.

Yet you were alone, left only with the sound of a haughty laugh.

“I'm terribly sorry, I certainly didn't mean to frighten you.” You distinctly noticed the smart British accent as he went on, “It's just that I had been listening to you sing so I thought I ought to say something….”

Your face felt it had caught fire by embarrassment of someone, a stranger- a possibly handsome British stranger- had heard you singing. A hand slapped over your mouth to stifle a gasp.

You were so mortified you could scream, but there was also a part of you curious how much he had heard.

When you still didn't respond, the englishman went on, “She's gone and I'm here talking to myself, aren't I?”

“No,” you couldn't help but laugh nervously, “I'm still here.”

“Good. I'd look rather mad out here going on to an invisible woman, wouldn't I?”

The two of you shared a laugh, followed by an unfortunate silence before he added, “It seems we have a similar taste in music. You know just about every song I ever play.”

Again your cheeks went ablaze.

“I mean, it's not like I just come out here and listen to you, that would be absurd. It's just, you come out here nearly every time I turn on my ipod, surely you noticed?”

You realized it was the same neighbor who played the music every day. Biting down on your lip, you stopped from admitting you planned your free time at home around when he turned his tunes on. The two of you were starting to sound like either a cheap romance movie from Hallmark channel or a murder documentary off Investigative Discovery .

When you still hadn't spoken up, he rambled on. “That possibly came across a bit awkward, I didn't mean it as though I'm just out here listening to you…” he corrected. “I only meant I enjoyed what I've heard.”

At that you had to smile.  His tone was sincere enough, even a tad cute as he tripped over himself, but with that accent alone he sent a flutter through your stomach.

‘Is that what I'm reduced to?’ you wondered, ‘Pining after men because of accents?’

“I haven't heard you leave, does that mean I didn't completely ruin this first impression?”

At that, you couldn't keep quiet. “Your first impression was actually Bruno Mars That's What I Like,” you teased, almost annoyed with how airy your voice came out.

Maybe it was because he wasn't in front of you or maybe it was because his voice just oosed with charm, but there was something else that just pulled at you.

“Well, was it a good impression?”

Your smile widened. “It's improved.”

He let out a roar of a laugh, even clapping his hands at the retort. “That's good," he paused," I don't suppose you'll be back out today?"

The question struck you, making you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

“We'll see,” you said finally. “It'll depend on what you play.”

“I suppose I'll have to make the playlist extra special then, won't I?” he returned, a touch of smugness etching into his tone.

You smiled again, opening the door to step back into your apartment as you tried to answer as nonchalantly as possible, “I suppose you will.”

As soon as you closed the door, you bolted to your sister's room to wake her up.

You threw her door open as you called out, “Steph? Hey, Steph, do you know the guy that lives in the upstairs apartment? Steph, wake up!”

She rubbed her eyes, letting out a deep yawn just before stretching out her back like a cat. “What guy? The loud one?”

Your eyes rolled back while you grunted, “Yes! Do you know what his name is?”

Her shoulders shrugged, her eyes lulled in a half sleep, half hungover state. “He is simply known as Loud British Jerk.”

Your brow creased, “How do you not know his name but you know he's British?”

“Because he talks, like, super loud and always has his doors open.”

Reasonable answer, but your sister was also one of the single most nosey women you had ever known. You leaned in, pressing on, “What else do you know about him?”

“Nothing? Jeeze, y/n, I don't eavesdrop on people anymore. What's gotten into you, did he play a song that got your panties all ruffled? You wanna go bake him granny's old apple turnover and tell him you like his butt? ”

“First off that's not even the phrase you think it is, second I think a simple yes or no would suffice.”

Going to stand up, sure that it was a waste of time to expect her help, Steph took your hand.

“Geeze, sorry, didn't realize you were so worked up. Come on, sit.” You sat down on the side of her bed while she scooted up on her pillow to better reach her cellphone. “Look, I'll text Lexi, she works down at the pool, she knows all the hot guys who live here.”

You couldn't help but scoff, “Thanks, I guess?”

“So you know what that means? If she doesn't know his name, he's not hot.”

She offered you her cheesiest, exaggerated wink she could muster, earning a short snort out of you before you shook your head. “I need to go take a shower, I guess let me know if she says anything.”

“Alright, and I'll see if I can pull him up on social media.”

You walked out to the pleasant sound of Steph texting her friend, knowing soon you might have a name to go with that voice you couldn't get out of your head.

*****

Tom had been outside listening to you for over thirty minutes before he had mustered up enough courage to actually say something to you.

It wasn't something he had particularly planned, though he had meant to speak to you sooner. The thing was, he wasn't from around there and there were certain normalities he didn't quite understand.

Certain ones were less socially involved, such as driving on the wrong side of the road, the use of American made cars verses the German models he bad grown up with.

But it was earlier that week when Chris, his Australian work friend, came by to go over a project they were collaborating on that he noticed his social cues might need some help.

They had just been discussing an upcoming book deal they were working on together when Tom suddenly quieted his friend before reaching for his Ipod to turn the music down.

“What are you-”

“Shhh,” Tom instructed with a finger pressed to his confused friend's lips. “Listen.” He held a hand to his ear, cut his eyes towards the open balcony doors and smiled. “Don't you hear it?”

Chris furrowed his brow but did what he was told, just a bit less enthusiastically. After a minute he finally answered, “Singing?”

“Yes, but more than that. What else?”

“Well she clearly doesn't know the words to Smells Like Teen Spirit.”

“No!” Tom corrected sharply. “Can't you hear it? You can practically feel her soul coming out in these words. It's just so real, so… Refreshing.” His back turned and he began filling his mother's old kettle with water, going on, “She does it every day, just goes outside and sings along to my music. It's the most peculiar thing.”

“I sing along to the radio all the time, you never say nice things to me about it?”

“Yes, but this is different. She's coming outside to sing to MY music.”

“And?”

“And? And?!” Tom three his hands into the air, going on, “And, he says.” There was a silence between the two of them as the song cut off and the singing stopped. Tom set the kettle on the stove and turned back to face the still creased-browsed Chris. “I don't know, it's just nice to me, I suppose.”

It was now time for Chris to speak and he really just didn't know where to begin. “So you interrupted me telling you how much money we are about to make on this cookbook deal because you were listening to your neighbor sing to herself?”

“When you say it like that it sounds ridiculous.”

“That's exactly what it is!”

“Oh no, it's not like that. She does it all the time, it's kind of like our thing.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and Inhaled sharply. “Your thing, eh? And who is this lucky young lady that you eavesdrop on a daily basis?”

“Eavesdrop?” he laughed but wasn't smiling. “I'm, no, I'm not eavesdropping, I'm just simply appreciating someone else's ability to let go. It's no different than listening at a karaoke bar. ” His confidence lessened when he quietly remarked, “Also, I don't know her name.”

“Have you even spoken to her?”

“No, we haven't the chance…”

“You know she's outside every single day, what do you mean there wasn't a chance?”

Tom's mouth opened to oppose but no words ever materialized. Slowly he closed his mouth and swallowed a lump in his throat. “I should talk to her then?”

“In the very least introduce yourself, what harm would it do? You never talk to the hot girls I hire for you at the bakery, the least you can do is talk to one that for whatever reason you started stalking her. Talk about music.”

Fast forward to the day he actually managed to speak to you. Now, after making a complete arse of himself, he didn't know if you would ever come outside again and what was worse he didn't even remember to tell you his name.

"Perhaps that's for the best," he reasoned, "I could still mend this first impression."

After he knew you had left, he bolted inside to find his phone. He texted Chris what happened and waited impatiently for him to respond with:

~Actually, about that neighbor girl, I got a REALLY interesting call from Lexi you may wanna know about~

Tom’s brow furrowed at the comment, curiously asking what he heard.

He called him and  nearly fell out of his chair at the news.

*****

The steam of your shower had filled up your room by the time you came sashaying out. With a towel around your waist, you planted yourself down at your desk and opened up your laptop. Just as you opened the web browser, Steph can barging in.

“Y/N!”

Your hands went up instinctively to cover your chest, cursing out, “What the hell!”

“I got it!” she exclaimed, “And you are just gonna DIE!”

“His name, you got his name?” Your grin stretched from ear to ear as you pressed further, “Well? What is it?!”

“I can do one better,” she teased, holding her Tiffany blue phone out for you to see. “I found him on Facebook, and Look!”

You had to lean back for the up close image to fully resonate with your retinas, but when you got a good glimpse, you took the phone from her hand and stared.

It was his profile picture, a face to go along with that voice. The image only showed him from the waist up, dressed in jeans and a white button up, but to you it showed enough. His eyes stood out immediately, a striking seafoam blue that sparkled along with the toothy grin he offered the camera. His hair was a strawberry blonde that was neatly trimmed but still long enough to curl. High cheekbones, sun-kissed skin, along with the more than sunny backdrop of his photo painted a portrait of an outdoorsy, fun loving sort of guy. Looking at him while imaging that velvety English accent sent a shiver down your toes that you couldn't hide.

“A total babe, right?” your sister beamed. “And judging by his profile, he's single!”

You swallowed hard. “That, yeah, that's awesome.” It felt like he was staring back at you through the photo, and finally you made yourself scroll over to see his name. “Tom,” you said out loud with a smile.

Steph reached over and took her phone from you, offering you, “I haven't even told you the best BEST part. My friend is dating his friend and guess what?”

You stared at her, blank faced. “What?”

“He’s the guy who owns Bake-tastic! This is the guy you’ve been pining over since you moved here!”

You looked over at your laptop, thinking about how many times you wondered what the mysterious baker must look like, googling and yet failing to ever find any remnants of him. Judging by his way with sweets, you honestly expected a thicker, maybe older gentleman, not someone worthy of being a model.

But that’s not what you saw.

Looking him over, taking it all in, realizing it was his playlist you had been listening to all this time, his pastries you had been idolizing, you wondered if maybe this was a sign.

“You know what you gotta do right?” your sister asked with a playful grin.

“What?”

She scoffed as if the answer was obvious. “You gotta go bake with him!”

At that, you made a sour face, shaking your head at the very notion. “No, he doesn’t like teaching and he certainly wouldn’t want a novice messing up a days’ worth of work. No, I’m not doing that-”

“Oooo, that’s too bad,” Steph ached, her face not reflecting the sympathy her voice tried to persuade. “Because I definitely told my friend to ask about you helping out in the bakery.”

“You WHAT?”  

As it turned out, Steph’s friend Lexi was dating Chris Hemsworth, a well known heir of the Hemsworth Lodging hotels. His image was the only one you could ever come across in your searches for Bake-tastic's ownership. He made donations to various organizations and raised money for charities, but what wasn't oublically as well known was his investments he made in his friends.

Tom just happened to be one of those friends, a baker in need of a bakery. So, Chris forked up the money and Tom got straight to work, building a name for himself in L.A. while Chris managed the business side of it. The only issue for Tom was he felt very out of place in such a large city, even as diverse at it was. Nothing about it ever quite felt like home, so rather than branch out into the world, he worked late hours and insisted on solitude.

It felt bizzare hearing the story from Steph, but it made you feel better when she assured you Chris and Tom didn’t know all the details about you.

“I just said my friend’s sister is an aspiring baker and would love to, like, shadow Mr. Hiddleston or whatever. I gave them your name, but only because you work at the bakery,” Lexi assured when you called to ask exactly what happened. “Chris was more than happy to ask Tom if he was willing to show you around his kitchen and he said for you to come tonight.”

“Tonight?” you exploded, realizing you hadn’t the mental preparation needed to meet the British bombshell of a baker  after that awkward balcony encounter. “What if he knows it’s me?”

“He’s never met you, just listened to you sing a few lame songs. How would he know it’s you?”

*****

“Oh, it’s definitely her,” Chris repeated over the speaker phone to Tom. “See, here, I’ll forward you her info.”

Tom stared blankly at the Facebook page, gazing into your eyes as he matched it with the voice he had heard earlier that day. His phone dinged as he received a forwarded email from Chris containing your original job application to Bake-tastic as well as a copy of your driver's license.

“That is just too much of a coincidence, surely you’re pulling my leg?” Tom snipped, shaking his head. But looking down at your image, he hoped it wasn’t foolish to want it to be true. “And she wants to bake with me?”

“Lexi made it clear, she came to California to be a baker and she loves everything you make in the shop. And the best news? She already has a serious crush on you! I’m telling you, if you want to make a better first impression on this woman, you need to let her work with you tonight.” When he didn't immediately agree, Chris added, "I already told her to be there at six, all you have to do is show up and be charming."

Tom inhaled sharply, staring at the image a bit longer before finally conceding.

*****

You had gone through numerous outfits while you tried to figure out what you were going to wear. Jeans, skirts and leggings were all thrown around your room, shirts crumbled up on the floor, shoes spilled out of your closet as you tossed pair after pair aside.

Your sister had finally come and picked out something for you: a loose fitting blue t-shirt dress with gray closed toe wedges. "Not too dressed up to work in a kitchen, but nice enough to hopefully get a callback from your impromptu date," Stroh said, stepping back to admire her creation. "AND IT HAS POCKETS!"

"It's not a date, it's a baking lesson if anything," you corrected, though after you put your hands in the pockets and did a twirl, you had to admit your heart was fluttering at the idea of an all night cooking session with Tom.

However, when it was finally time for you to leave, you started choking up. "I can't," you started spatting off over and over." I can't, this is a bad idea, what if I mess up one of his recipes? What if I embarrass myself? What if I use salt instead of sugar?" your eyes widened, "What if he doesn't like me?"

"You'll be fine, just do what you always do!" When you still looked unsure, she went on, "You're great, y/n, and he'd be an idiot not to see it. A beautiful, British idiot. " Steph offered you a sincere smile, enough to spur you on. "And for the love of everything decent, please flirt!"

You swallowed hard, did one last look over in the mirror, then grabbed your purse and made the fifteen minute walk down the block to the bakery.

When you arrived, the main store front had the lights off, but from the kitchen door you could see a faint illumination.

Tom was just beyond that light.

Repeating, "I can do this," to yourself, you walked through the front door, setting off the gentle ding of the bell that alerted staff of a customer arriving.

“Hello?” you called out, unsure if you had the right time. Looking down at your phone, you were only a couple of minutes early so rather than wait in the doorway, you went on in. Your mind began urging, begging, pleading for you to turn back. It’s not too late, it said, go ahead, high tail it out of here.

‘No. I have to do this,’ you pushed on. ‘I have to know what’s beyond that door.’

Mustering up the courage, feeling something in the pit of your soul tell you this was right, you called out again, “Hello? Mr. Hiddleston? I'm here to, uh, help for tomorrow's set up?"

A loud, disembodied voice came from the kitchen, “Yes, come into the back! And lock that door, won’t you? Don’t need anyone walking in off the street.”

You swallowed, feeling your heart begin to pound as you set the lock. Slipping your phone in the pocket of your dress, you tucked your purse under the cash register before walking back towards the kitchen.

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[porlockstompf]

Reading de Nacht Reading 2018

                                  my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

wiliam h gass "the william h gass reader" (2018)

post-cyberpunkstompf:

01 cixin liu "ball lightning" (2018)

02 kim stanley robinson "red moon" (2018) 03 dave hutchinson "europe at dawn" (2018)      + dave hutchinson "shelter (the aftermath 01)" (2018) 04 paul kincaid "ian m banks (modern masters of science fiction)" (2017) 05 hannu rajaniemi "summerland" (2018)

06 m john harrison "you should come with me now: stories of ghosts" (2017) 07 wade rousch (ed) "twelve tomorrows (2018) 08 christopher moore "noir" (2018) 09 jonathan strahan (ed) "infinity's end" (2018)     + jonathan strahan (ed) "the best sf & f of the year, vol XII" (2018) 10 neil clarke (ed) "the final frontier" (2018)      + neil clarke (ed) "the best sf of the year vol III" (2018)

11 gardner dozois (ed) "the year's best sf: thirty-fifth annual collection" (2018) 12 steve toutonghi "side life" (2018) 13 mike ashley (ed) "lost mars: the golden age of the red planet" (2018) 14 mary robinette kowal "the calculating stars: a lady astronaut novel" (2018) 15 mingwei song & theodore huters (eds)  "the reincarnated giant:      an anthology of twenty-first century chinese science fiction" (2018)

16 john zakour & lawrence ganem "the peach-blonde bomber" (2018) 17 becky chambers "record of a spaceborn few" (2018) 18 yoon ha lee "revenant gun" (2018) 19 derek künsken "the quantum magician" (2018) 20 gregory benford "rewrite" [arc] (2019)

21 richard k morgan "thin air" (2018) 22 charles stross "the labyrinth index" (2018) 23 john varley "irontown blues" (2018) 24 peter watts "the freeze-frame revolution" (2018) 25 karl schroeder "the million" (2018)

26 drew williams "the stars now unclaimed" (2018) 27 peter f hamilton "the salvation" (2018) 28 neal asher "the soldier" (2018) 29 nick mamatas "the people's republic of everything" (2018) 30 s j morden "one way" (2018)

31 gareth l powell "embers of war" (2018) 32 alex white "a big ship at the end of the universe" (2018)      + alex white "a bad deal for the whole galaxy" (2018) 33 s k dunstall "stars unchartered" (2018) 34 catherynne m valente "space opera" (2018) 35 alastair reynolds "elysium fire" (2018)

36 charles stross "dark state" (2018) 37 n k jemisin (ed) "the best american sf & f 2018" (2018) 38 jack mcdevitt "the long sunset" (2018)   + jack mcdevitt "a voice in the night" (2018) 39 elizabeth moon "into the fire" (2018) 40 r.e. stearns "barbary station" (2017) /      steven erikson "willfull child III: the search for spark" (2018)

polarstompf:

01 david hewson "the savage shore" (2018)

     ex aequo      andrea camilleri "the pyramid of mud" (2018)      + andrea camilleri "death at sea: montalbano's early cases" (2018)

02 mirko zilahy "de schaduw" (2017)   + mirko zilahy "de mythe van de dood" (2018) 03 mick herron "london rules" (2018)   + mick heron "the drop" (2018) 04 volker kutscher "babylon berlin" (2017)   + volker kutscher "the silent death" (2017)   + volker kutscher "goldstein" (2018) 05 chris petit "pale horse riding" (2017)

06 edgar cantero "this body's not big enough for both of us" (2018) 07 ian rankin "in a house of lies" (2018) 08 philip kerr "greeks bearing gifts" (2018) 09 jack grimwood "nightfall berlin" (2018) 10 dolan cummings "the existential leap: a crime story" (2017)

11 ann van loock "de expo '58 moorden" (2018) 12 massimo carlotto "master of knots" (2004) 13 joseph knox "sirens" (2018)     + joseph knox "the smiling man" (2018) 14 geir tangen "het meesterwerk" (2017) 15 kate atkinson "transcription" (2018)

16 patrick conrad "diep in december" (2018) 17 jorge zepeda patterson "zwarte trui" (2018) 18 wolfgang burger "heidelberg requiem" (2016) 19 charles cumming "a divided spy" (2016)      + charles cumming "the man between" (2018) 20 frank goldammer "the air raid killer" (2018)      + frank goldammer "a thousand devils" (2018)

21 andreas norman "stille oorlog" (2018) 22 jesper stein "de onrust" (2018)      + jesper stein "papa" (2018) 23 luca d'andrea "in de greep van de waanzin" (2018) 24 jo nesbø  "macbeth" (2018) 25 hans dooremalen "descartes in amsterdam: filosofische detective" (2018) /      chris pavone "the expats" (2012)

klassikstompf:

01 wiliam h gass "the william h gass reader" (2018)

02 louis armand "breakfast at midnight" (2012)      + louis armand "the combinations" (2016)      + louis armand "canicule" (2013)      + louis armand "cairo" (2014) 03 andrew crumey "the great chain of unbeing" (2018) 04 viv albertine "throw away unopened" (2018) 05 daniela cascella "singed" (2017)

06 ted geltner "blood, bone, & marrow: a biography of harry crews" (2017) 07 steve erickson "zeroville" (2007) 08 olga tokarczuk "drive your plow over the bones of the dead" (2018) 09 julián ríos "the house of ulysses" [] (2010)      + julián ríos "poundemonium" [1997] 10 daniel mendelsohn "an odyssey: a father, a son, and an epic" (2017)

11 giorgio van straten "in search of lost books: the forgotten stories of eight mythical volumes" (2017) 12 pascal mercier "night train to lisbon" (2004) 13 tony white "the fountain in the forest" (2018) 14 alejandro zambra "not to read" (2018) 15 gabriel josipovici "the cemetery in barnes" (2018)

16 lucy ives "impossible views of the world" (2017) 17 matthew herbert "the music: a novel through sound" (2018) 18 ann quin "the unmapped country: stories & fragments" (2018) 19 stephen fry "mythos" (2017) & "heroes" (2018) 20 johan swinnen "happening: de aanslag op de Inno" (2017)

21 ermanno cavazzoni "the nocturnal library" (2018) 22 richard powers "the overstory" (2018) 23 alain robbe-grillet "project for a revolution in ny" (1972) 24 melchior vischer "second through brain" (2015) 25 bob van laerhoven "return to hiroshima" (2018)      + bob van laerhoven "dossier feuerhand" (2017)      + bob van laerhoven "dangerous obsessions" (2015)      + bob van laerhoven "heart fever" (2018)

gedächtnisstompf:

01 jacques derrida "geschlecht III: sexe, race, nation, humanité" (2018)      + jacques derrida "le goût du secret: entretiens 1993-1995" (2018)

02 tom cohen, claire colebrook & j hillis miller      "theory & the disappearing future:  on deman, on benjamin" (2011) 03 hannah arendt "het waagstuk van de politiek:      over politieke leugens en burgerlijke ongehoorzaamheid" (2018)      + dirk de schutter "hannah arendt: politiek denker" (2015) 04 serge andré "les perversions #1: le fétichisme" (2013)      + serge andré "les perversions #1: le sadisme" (2013)      + serge andré "les perversions #1: le masochisme" (2013) 05 ger groot "4 ongemakkelijke filosofen: nietzsche, cioran, bataille, derrida"            (2003)

06 mark fisher "k-punk: the collected & unpublished writings (2014-2016)" (2018) 07 molier, ellian, rijpkema (eds) "de strijd om de democratie:      essays over democratische zelfverdediging" (2018) 08 florentijn van rootselaar "filosofisch veldwerk:      grote filosofen van nu over leven in barre tijden" (2018) 09 lieven de cauter "van de grote woorden & kleine dingen" (2018) 10 nemanja mitrovic      "the (im)possibility of literature as the possibility of ethics" (2017)

11 sue prideaux "i am dynamite! a life of friedrich nietzsche" (2018) 12 paul farley & michael symmons roberts "deaths of the poets" (2018) 13 erik bledsoe (ed) "perspectives on harry crews" (2001) 14 kailash c baral & r radhakrishan (eds)      "theory after derrida: essays in critical praxis"(2018) 15 agnes czajka & bora isyar (eds)      "europe after derrida: crisis & potentiality" (2016)

poesisstompf:

01 john cooper clarke "the luckiest guy alive" (2018)

02 kate tempest "running upon the wires" (2018) 03 robin robertson "the long take" (2018) 04 david austin "dread poetry & freedom:      linton kwesi johnson & the unfinished revolution" (2018) 05 tommy pico "junk" (2018)

platterstompf:

01 power, devereux, & dillane (eds)       "heart & soul: critical essays on joy division" (2018)

02 michael glasmeier & ursula block (eds) "broken music: artists' recordworks"         (2nd edition 2018) 03 mark e smith "messing up the paintwork: the wit & wisdom of mark e smith"         (2018) 04 willy dirickx (ed) "de brassers" (2018) 05 tommy mackay "40 odd years of the fall" (2018)

06 john h baker "the art of nick cave: new critical essays" (2013) 07 will oldham "songs of love & horror: collected lyrics of will oldham" (2018)      + alan licht (ed) "will oldham on bonnie 'prine' billy" (2012) 08 michael goddard & benjamin halligan      "mark e smith & the fall: art, music, & politics" (2013) 09 daniel kane "do you have a band? poetry & punk rock in nyc" (2017) 10 bendle "permanent transience" (2015)

11 david grubbs "now that the audience is assembled" (2018) 12 nick soulsby "swans: sacrifice & transcendence (the oral history)" (2018)      + michael gira "the egg: stories" (2018) 13 robert young & irmin schmidt "all gates open: the story of can" (2018) 14 mike goldschmith "discord: the story of noise" (2012) 15 bruce russell      "gilded splinters: essays & aphorisms towards an aesthetic of noise" (2018)

16 philippe robert "agitation frite" (2018)²      + philippe robert "action friite" (2018)      + philippe robert "action frIIIte" (2018) 17 guillaume belhomme, philippe robert, ea "le son du grisli:      varèse, tzara, mochizuki & cave" (2018) 18 david stubbs "future days: krautrock & the building of modern germany"                (2018)       + david stubbs "mars by 1980: the story of electronic music" (2018) 19 blixa bargeld "europa: una letania" [2009] (2018) 20 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" 

21 richard hirst (ed)      "we were strangers: stories inspired by unknown pleasures" (2018) 22 françois girodineau "nick cave & the bad seeds: tender prey" (2018) 23 mick middles "the fall" (2009) 24 jim dooley "red set: a history of gang of four" (2018) 25 mats gustafsson      "discaholics! record collector confessions vol I (2nd ed)" (2018) /      + rob van scheers "drie akkoorden & de waarheid: muzikale levenslessen"              (2014)

stagestompf:

01 ian rankin & rona munro "rebus: long shadows" (2018)

humorstompf:

01 robin ince       "i'm a joke & so are you: a comedian's take on what makes us human"       (2018) 02 simon munnery "how to live" (2018) 03 lucien randall "disgusting bliss: the brass eye of chris morris" (2011)

bilderstompf:

01 michael glasmeier & ursula block (eds)      "broken music: artists' recordworks" (2nd edition 2018)

02 thomas bernhard & ferry radax "thomas bernhard: 3 days" (2016) 03 ed van der elsken "love on the left bank" (2002) 04 philippe monsel "francis bacon" (1994)

05 paul duncan & jürgen müller (eds)   "film noir plus taschen's top 50 pick of noir classics from 1940-1960" (2017) 06 cuauhtémoc medina "manifesta 9: the deep of the modern" (2012) 07 julian schnabel: permanently becoming & the architecture of seeing" (2012) 08 reinhard kleist "nick cave & the bad seeds: an art book" (2018)

wissenschaftstompf & other distractions:

01 brian cox & robin ince      "how to build a universe: an infinite monkey cage adventure" (2017)

02 patrick moore & chris north       "the sky at night: answers to questions from across the univers" (2012) 03 chip carter "obsessed with star trek" (2011) 04 leon hunt "danger:diabolik" (2018)

cyclostompf:

01 jean cléder "petite éloge de la course cycliste" (2018)

02 max leonard "higher calling: cycling's obsession with mountains" (2018) 03 colin o'brien      "giro d'italia: the story of the world's most beautiful bike race" (2018) 04 velominati      "wielergoden: de meest heldhaftige renners ooit 38 heroïsche verhalen”           (2018) 05 william fotheringham "sunday in hell" (2018)

06 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes" (magazine) o.a. extra editie de giro (2018) 07 jorge zepeda patterson "zwarte trui" (2018) 08 dirk jan roeleven "de nieuwe fiets: villar san constanzo - a'dam" (2018) 09 frederik baeckelandt "gino bartali (les héros 03)" (2018) 10 chris sidwells "the call of the road: the history of cycle road racing" (2018)

10 john dowie "the freewheeling john dowie:                  a comedian, a bike, & a tent, what could possibly go right?" (2018) 12 edward pickering "the ronde:       inside the tour of flanders, the world's toughest bike race" (2018) 13 charles pope "a golden age of cycling" (2018) 14 roger gilles "women on the move:       the forgotten era of women's bicycle racing" (2018) 15 peter cossins "the first tour de france:       60 cyclists & 19 days of daring on the road to paris" (2017)

16 paul maunder "the wind at my back: my cycling life" (2018)       + paul maunder "rainbows in the mud" (2017) 17 giacomo pellizzari "het geheim van de eenzame fietser" [2015] (2017) 18 dries de zaeytijd & fons leroy "25 jaar kweekvijver van koerstalent" (2018) 19 peter sagan "my world" (2018) 20 bradley wiggins "icons: my inspiration, my motivation, my obsession" (2018)

most pleasing purchases:

01 jayne county "man enough to be a woman" (1996)

02 berns, moyaert, & van tongeren (eds)      "de god van denkers en dichters: opstellen voor samuel ijsseling" (1997)

03 anselm kiefer       "l'art survivra à ses ruines: anselm kiefer au collège de france" (2011) 04 ludger lütkehaus       "'ruhe. grösse, sonnenlicht': friedrich nietzsche in sils-maria" (2014) 05 paul raabe "spaziergange durch nietzsches sils-marie" (1994)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

find me on LT:

TBR... PILING UP ...

postcyberpunkstompf:

adam roberts "adam (the aftermath 02)" (2018) eric brown "the martian simulacra: a sherlock holmes mystery" (2018) gary gibson "scienceville & other worlds" (2018) greg egan "phoresis" (2018) ian mcdonald "time was" (2018) ian whates & tom hunter (eds) "2001: an odyssey in words: celebrating the centenary of arthur c clarke's birth" james lovegrove "firefly: big damn hero" (2018) james patrick kelly "the promise of space & other stories" (2018)

jeff noon "a man of shadows" (2017) + jeff noon "the body library" (2018) kevin j anderson "selected stories: science fiction vol I" (2018) rich larson "tomorrow factory: collected fiction" (2018) seb doubinsky "missing signal" (2018) stephen baxter "redemption" (2018) + stephen baxter "xelee: vengeance" (2018) steve erikson "rejoice" (2018) tom schweterlitsch "the gone world" (2018) & maybe, just maybe: jay key "how to pick up women with a drunk space ninja" (2018) + jay key "how to win a pit fight with a drunk space ninja" (2018)

polarstompf:

dario correnti "heimwee naar bloed" (2018) giancarlo de cataldo "suburra" (2017) matthew pearl "the dante chamber" (2018) victor del árbol "a million drops" (2018) zygmunt miloszewski "priceless" [2013] (2018)

#2018 #rewind #reading #lecture #librarything

[kkruml]

STAY Ch 12

Thank you to @sassenachwaffles for your tireless cheerleading of my half-baked ideas, and to @missclairebelle- I know I interupted a bubble bath with a late night panic attack over the end of this chapter. Words just aren’t enough for you both.

Mood Music

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

AO3

Previously

“Jamie… for so long I’ve never felt like I belonged.” She paused, taking a breath before continuing. Her voice was quiet, but steady, “My parents and I- we did travel quite a bit. Boston never really felt like home- it was just a place to land for a spell before we were off to the next adventure.”

His mind conjured images of his own childhood.

The large stone buildings and secret passages through the woods that carved and molded his memories. The very stone walls of Lallybroch had been home, at least long ago. He’d always imagined being Laird, with his lady by his side. A mix of tradition and adolescent daydreams that had once seemed like the logical step in his life’s trajectory. It had been an all but foregone conclusion until a dark night and the sound of twisted metal that scattered his future to the wind… until now.

Her fingers found his hand and intertwined her fingers with his, “Home- it’s always been an idea, but not a place for me, Jamie.”

Home. Loving her was now home to him.

The weight of her hand in his anchored him to the bench as he struggled to keep a clear mind. “What is home to ye now, Sassenach?”

Golden amber glowed in the early evening sun. “Home to me… is you, Jamie.”

Claire

“Are ye sure about this, Sassenach?” Jamie’s eyes were slanted with concern as he watched her hands carefully travel over the document, her pen deftly situated in her hand.

With her heart pounding in her chest and a swell of happiness curling her lips into a smile, she met his gaze. His eyebrows were pressed together in concern, and she lifted her hand to his cheek, feeling the stubble prickle under her touch. The word bubbled from her chest and sent a warm wave of contentment through her veins. “Yes.”

The pen swirled and dipped against the paper in a flourish as she finished her signature.

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.

A heaviness lifted, and her heart constricted as the last fleeting memories came rushing back to her.

This house. This place. Her parents. So many things that would never be. But so much more that was now possible.

Gently placing the pen next to the fresh ink, she nodded. “And that’s that.”

“What happens now?”

“Uncle Lamb will handle the particulars,” she paused, feeling a large arm snake around her shoulder and she leaned into the warmth.

They had given her the gift of her past. It was time for her to turn towards her future.

“It will take some time, but the foundation will be able to convert this place into a proper home for…  parentless children.”

Orphans.

The word she couldn’t quite say aloud. The place she’d known for so long would be the soft place to land for children less fortunate than she, but also so similar in their loss and longing for a family.

The weight of his hand brought her back to the present. The pattern of swirls his fingers traced prickling her skin were as comforting as they were intoxicating. Tilting her face to his, she was met with a tranquil sea of blue, framed by auburn lashes.

“Yer parents would be proud, Claire,” his voice was soft, the lilt of his accent wrapping around the words and catching at her name. His fingers curled around her shoulder as he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Settling against his side, she sighed and felt the release of tension between her shoulder blades, feeling the weight of the last several weeks fade away. “Take me home- to Scotland.”

Jamie

Should he ask her now?

Wait til she gets through the door ye dolt.  

He’d prepared a late-night meal for her, too planned to be a casual affair. She’d know he was up to something.

Like memorizing lyrics, he rehearsed the words over and over in his head.

My flat is two blocks closer to the hospital. Ye’ve spent all yer nights here since Boston- almost two weeks now. Why pay for a flat when yer never there?

His thoughts jumped from one point to the next in a dizzying pace until all thoughts blurred and he was left with the simple truth-

I want ye here with me.

A smile played at his lips- to know she’d be here every night, to wake up to every morning… to find in the darkness between sleeping and waking. To start planning for things to come.

‘Home to me… is you.’

Her words echoed in the quiet moments of his day, finding strength as he thought about that night in Boston.

He was ready; that much he knew. He just hoped she was, too.

His fingers fidgeted with the spare key, eyeing the clock.

11:15pm. Surgery must have gone long.

After watching the rugby highlights again, he checked his phone- 12:45am, and a new text from Claire.

               Sorry love. Likely another hour to go. Save my spot.

His heart sank as he sighed, the hope of her delicate form materializing from around the corner disappeared. Picking up his phone, he tapped out a response.

               Dinna fash, Sassenach. Yer spot’s here waitin’ for ye.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, he shuffled from the couch to the kitchen to put away dinner. Leaning against the counter, he eyed the couch- the cushions still pressed to resemble his shape after hours of surfing the tube. His gaze traveled down the hallway in the direction of their bedroom.

I’ll rest my eyes- just for a few minutes.

Trudging the dozen steps to his bed, he collapsed face first into his pillow, consciousness slowly slipping away as darkness conjured sleep.

The ringtone jolted him awake. Fumbling for the phone on his nightstand, the time stared back at him: 4:10am.

Stretching his limbs, his hand searched for the wig of curls that should be sprawled on the pillow next to him but found it empty.

Squinting through the haze of sleep, there was nothing from Claire, but there were two missed calls.

His pulse quickened, and his blood ran cold. Geillis- at 2:17am and 4:09am. He blinked at the screen.

Why would she be calling him- and why now?

It had taken all of thirty seconds for him to grab his coat and shoes before he was out the door, down the stairwell, and onto the pavement in the direction of the hospital.

He stared at the doctor as he explained her injuries, his lips moving but the sounds barely registering.

She had stepped off the curb a moment too early.

A car rushing into the A&E driven by a frantic father-to-be with his wife in labor.

The vehicle struck her side.

Blunt force trauma due to the impact.

A cascade of words unraveled as he tried to process them.

Claire. She was hurt.

His chest constricted as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. The fluorescent lights of the waiting room flickered as his knees buckled. Stumbling backwards into a chair, his fingers gripped the wooden armrests, desperate for something -anything- to anchor him to the present.

Time slowly ticked by; seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. He perked to every pair of footsteps, hoping for an update or some word of her condition. Each fragile flutter of hope he felt swell in his chest was dashed as the sounds faded, echoing off the hospital walls.

His fingers drummed against his thigh, a constant rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Between slow, painful blinks he caught sight of fiery red hair, and he leapt to his feet- a sudden jolt of energy coursing through his veins.

“How is she?” His voice shook.

“She’s stable.” Geillis’s voice was husky, an octave lower than it should be. Her usual smirk was gone, replaced with lips drawn into a somber line. The look unsettled him. “Nasty concussion, they had a fitful time resetting the break in her arm. A few broken ribs, and some cuts and scrapes. She’s resting now.”

His stomach flipped as he conjured her face- lifeless, pale, and bleeding on the pavement. Every muscle in his body tensed, taut as a tightrope suspended somewhere between two limitless points. Once misstep and he’d come completely undone.

A wave of nausea flooded his senses, his eyes snapped shut as he heard faint sounds of tires screeching. The sound mixed with the thrumming of his pulse in his ears. He had seen this before. And he had been helpless. He’d sworn an oath of protection to Claire- that she was safe with him. He would have sacrificed his body to protect her. But here he was, hands shaking at his sides in a waiting room while she lay in a hospital bed, alone.

“Can I take ye to her?” Her voice was quiet, soft as if trying to tame a feral animal.

He nodded almost imperceptibly and shuffled behind her, barely allowing a half-step between them.

The beep of the monitors filled his ears, his eyes found her face immediately. A cut marred her perfect ivory skin lining the curve of her cheek.

Stepping slowly, cautiously, he eyed the empty chair next to her.

Geillis’s eyes traveled to the empty seat, her words urging him forward, “She’ll want ye here when she wakes.”

When she wakes.

He grasped onto the word- when- and watched it slowly morph, the letters contorting and disappearing until a thought grabbed hold of him and persisted.

If she wakes.

His eyes traveled down the lines of her thin frame, angles long ago memorized but suddenly fleeting. The urge to remember every detail overcame him. Cautiously, his fingers drifted to her hand, slowly taking it in his own. Warm and soft, he felt her blood pulsing through her veins and he exhaled in relief.

She was real, immediate, alive.

The sound of humming perked his ears and he looked around. Finding the room empty, he realized it was the sound of his own voice.

That song.

“Sassenach…” he cleared his throat to stop it from shaking. “The thing is… I’ve got this song.”

He waited, checking to see if she’d wake up. After two heartbeats and a deafening silence, he swallowed hard and continued.

“I’ve been hearin’ this melody since the night I met ye.” Gently stroking her hand, soft skin almost translucent in this light, his fingers trembled. She was too still, too quiet. He longed to feel her fingers lace into his. His voice was hollow, “I just need ye to wake up and help me with the lyrics.”

He conjured the words that had been seared into his heart- words that brought the sensation of her lips and the warmth of her touch when he needed them most. The words had flooded the still moments in his day, tangled themselves in his thoughts, but he couldn’t quite reach out and touch them and make them real.

The sound of the heart monitor pierced through the silence.

“A calm sea once clear blue,” he started, pausing to take a shaky breath as his throat tightened. “Ye came to me and turned my world to whisky.”

Her face at the bar filled his vision –– her cheeks were so rosy, the whisky in her eyes so clear.

Steeling himself, he whispered, “Taste you on my tongue, feel you on my skin…” 

The first time they had kissed – his hand molded to the soft curve of her cheek, the taste of her breath, crisp and warm.

“A bird in flight, black lines against ivory rippling across the bay.”

That heron etched into her skin, the memories she entrusted to him.

"Nothing is lost- only changed. But please…” his voice cracked as a wall of tears threatened to blur his vision. Thoughts skipped across his mind as the last of the lyrics danced on his tongue, his plea to her, “Please stay.”

#stay fic #outlander #fan fic #outlander fan fic #outlander fan fiction #jamie x claire #the music was tough this week #this might be a repeat

[luckyspike]

songs that made me think of good omens today, lyrics added as needed

Barenaked Ladies - It’s All Been Done (I met you/before the fall of Rome and etc. this song really could be like the air conditioning karaoke jam) Joe Cocker - Have a Little Faith in Me (I’ve been loving you for such a long time/expecting nothing in return/just for you to have a little faith in me) Ella Henderson - Ghost (Each time that I think you go/I turn around and you’re creeping in/and I let you another skin/cause I love living in sin) Led Zeppelin - Gallows Pole Jamie N Commons - Rumble And Sway Maggie Rose - Pull You Through (When I need a friend/Without even knowing you came/and you showed me a love without an end) Jared & the Mill - Breathe Me In (I’m a hunter, I’m a killer, but I haven’t any guns/and I may be a sinner but there’s things that I’ve not done) The Wind and The Wave - Raising Hands Raising Hell (This body isn’t mind, but I got a heart of gold/and I’m sitting at a desk nailed to the floor, doing everything I’m told/Doing everything I’m told) Oh Honey - Until You Let Me Bastille - Pompeii Nicki Bluhm - To Rise You Gotta Fall (How can you know good, until you know better/if you’re looking for love, get ready to get hurt/oh, life’s a hurricane/but the magic’s what remains/can’t have a rainbow without a little rain) Gin Wigmore - Black Sheep (Making my own road out of gravel and some wine/and if I have to fall then it won’t be in your line) Dorothy - Raise Hell (Young blood, came to start a riot/Don’t care what your old man say/Young blood, heaven hate a sinner/But we gonna raise hell anyway) The Soggy Bottom Boys - I Am A Man of Constant Sorrow Crooked Still - Ain’t No Grave (Go down yonder Gabriel, put your foot on the land and sea/Oh Gabriel don’t you blow your trumpet until you hear from me) Avett Brothers - Ain’t No Man (You got to go somewhere, ain’t that true/not a whole lot of time for me and you/Got a whole lotta reasons to be mad, let’s not pick one) Thirty Seconds to Mars - Walk on Water (Can you even see what you’re fighting for?/bloodlust and a holy war/listen up hear the patriots shout/”times are changing”)

this does not include all the Queen i listened to while I was harvesting potatoes, because that’s kind of a given. nor does it account for the songs that did NOT make me think of GO obviously (i love ‘Tennessee whiskey’ but it’s not exactly a good omens jam), or the twenty-minute interlude of video game theme remixes that google decided i needed to hear while pulling weeds (it did help)

also what’s up this is pretty representative of my music tastes also

#good omens #music #whatever i'm just talking to myself it's good

[missmorgenstern]

Queen of Air and Darkness Playlist

Okay, so I promised y’all a playlist for Queen when I was reading it. Hope you enjoy:)

1. Tuesdays Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

This song belongs to Emma and Julian. It truly captures the longing and pain they both felt, and it’s just a beautiful song.

“Well, when this train ends I'll try again,

But I'm leaving my woman at home.”

2. Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard and Keeping Your Head Up by Birdy.

I feel like both of these songs symbolise the relationship between Mark and Cristina and Kieran. As in, it was very difficult for them all to grasp the meaning of their relationship and what it meant.

“Cause I'll always remember you the same; Oh eyes like wildflowers, oh with your demons of change.”

“And when you come looking for embrace

I know your soul, I'll be your home

Til you can breathe on your own.”

3. City of Angels by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

Okay. So. There is a bit of background to this song: I listened to this when I read City of Glass, with the war in Alicante when it burned, when Clary and Jace rolled down that hillside after the manor combusted. And it felt that because Clary and Jace and Alec and Magnus and Simon and Izzy were in this book, it was so fitting to see them come together with this fresh, new band of Shadowhunters. It was great to see them battle with the Blackthorns. It was just so perfect. We saw Clary and Jace grow as warriors, felt what they felt in almost every battle, but this time we were the Blackthorns, and Clary and Jace (our babies) were there.

“Lost in the city of angels

Down in the comfort of strangers, I

Found myself in the fire burnt hills

In the land of a billion lights.”

4. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd.

This, again, symbolises the distance between Emma and Jules. The lyrics truly grasp that.

“How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl.”

5. I Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses.

This is definitely a battle song. I love how the song builds. I also listened to this when Sebastian came into the picture.

“I don't have to sell my soul

He's already in me.”

6. So Now You Know by The Horrors.

Okay. So, I’ve listened to this song throughout TDA. Why? Because it reminds me of the scenery of Los Angeles. I can picture the waves crashing near the bluffs adjacent to the Institute. I can feel the sun on my skin. I can feel the cool breeze whip through Emma’s hair when she and Jules were in that car together in LoS.

“Better to forget the loss

Never let the good things go

Now just keep going when you're out in the cold.”

7. Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event.

Truly, this has to be my favourite song of all time. How the song builds into a crescendo is captivating. This reminds me of Jules, when he watches Emma without her noticing. When he paints Emma in secret. Listen to the lyrics. It’s Julian, all over.

“The room suddenly spinning

She walks up and asks how you are

So you can smell her perfume

You can see her lying naked in your arms.”

8. Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World.

A magical song. And one that echoes the pain Julian felt when he lost Livvy. I listened to this in Thule.

“And if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time, a song for a heart so big, God couldn't let it live.”

9. Holding On by The War On Drugs.

This song belongs to Kit and Ty:)

“I went down a crooked highway, I went all outside the line. I've been rejected, now the light has turned and I'm out of time.”

10. I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For by U2.

Okay. We all know this holds a dear place in my heart for Sebastian. And I want to tell you that yes, I did think of Sebastian when I listened to this. It was nice, to see him again, and it reminded me of CoLS.

“I have spoke with the tongue of angels, I have held the hand of a devil, it was warm in the night, I was cold as a stone.”

11. Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood .

So. This is Sebastian’s personal song. So sexy. Especially when he was sitting on that throne in Thule, with Jace and Ash behind him. *drools*

“When I walk the streets, king and queens step aside.”

12. Here With Me by The Killers and Still Life by The Horrors.

Both of which are Emma and Julian’s.

“Your body was tanned and your hair was long, you showed me your smile and my cares were gone.”

“Under a sky, no one sees. Waiting, watching it happening.”

13. Wait For Me by Kings of Leon.

When Magnus put the spell on Julian. When Emma and Jules went into Faerie.

“Gonna soften the blow, soften the blow and give it up.”

14. People Help The People by Birdy and Wings by Birdy.

Mark and Cristina and Kieran. And the end.

“A fiery throng of muted angels, giving love but getting nothing back.”

“Under a trillion stars, we danced on top of cars.”

15. Roslyn by Bon Iver & St Vincent.

When Julian couldn’t feel.

“Up with your heart

Aren’t we just terrified?”

16. The Bucket by Kings of Leon.

Kit and Ty.

“I’ll be the one to show you the way.”

17. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

This, as you all know, is about Emma and Jules. And how much they wanted each other.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you.”

18. Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca.

Emma and Julian in despair.

“No I don’t wanna fall in love.”

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you take that meat stew or beans soup you pour on that white face of his, hicho michele, yaani rice. unamwaga kwa hicho sura nyeupe chake, e-olo ewiyeno jokanyama then kijiko just plough it out throwing it into your damn mouth. They fall sometimes the plain after monitoring how many people have carried liquid cash in the bags and brief case. They do this in far deep seas they collect the cash floating on their bags on water then cheat the folks they are looking for black box. They use the likes of Raila who transform to rodents or insect to monitor the luggage caring money. And this is done so that the plain company gets new order and the insurer pays to benefit the plain owners and the family of the deceased to benefit. The plain company can stop its operations just like the GM company. My friends if you don’t know you better know. They want the money withdrawn from countries next to Syria not pay the military but taken back to the economy so pulling up the forces to the usa so turkey take over coz right-now there economy is huge out of the fact they have known massively to make electronic and mechanical gadgets. They saves their ass or their military budget, they shift some burden to upcoming nations. How do we know a city is built with floatsome and jetsome of fallen plains, like ny or atl if you take a glance at the city skyline in a flash you see like the plain hitting one of the tall buildings just like it hit world trade center few years back. Even ships they sink link Titanic to get the cash. Friends you have never heard that the money in the plain has been returned but the black box returned yet the cash is also in the box as brief case- they take that cash. People should be burred from boarding plains with huge cash lest they fall the plain with small drones that move without proper sound. They track the plain itinerary b4 they fall them.

Mercedez benz stadium in atl i you look at it you see it built with money collected from the wreckage and bodies of the malaysian  air plain. Wamile wamilele wabaraka ni chako, wabaraka mbolo changu ni chako— hagar changu ni chako. Nakila mtu atatomba dem/wife wake mwenyewe, bele ya bwana na siku hizo zinakuja. Dont came and tell me everyday dat you wanna struggle raila, nomatter what you do with him is up to you, not my problemo. With me my life will be as usual is you who will be affected not me and stop cashing into my every stuff es we aint equal man. Just leave me alone. some songs are paraphrased you just see 4 yourself. Aint real. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8LcBTREyitKBD6FCEZcMRQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0FmV9Z3ENA ssHe is fishmael hagar son in galatians four GF Girl friends, Grand father, guinea fowl, Gay france, finland. He is very fishy Magdalin when you have prepared the soup make sure from the serving bowl you grab that fish which seem to be hard to grasp or cath in the water by his fins and with your teeth cut that fishy mouth out. Click the link below folks for full picture!! https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians+4&version=NIV Anasema eti anampenda niki kama panti au siruali na tako, she loves minaj like the panty grabs the booty or booty with the panty and minaj has not realised yet. Minaj please realise the essence of time. Rose when kev is feeling her inside or below she gives in to crying as much as murmuring or morning which i comprehend not saying in luo yawa mit kodi, mit yawa, tamu repeatedly. Kevin saying that nikey booty belongs together, they are always two he has never seen one alone, they are together always. Do not say later that i dint love you cz what i have can start up a nation, i mean be a country’s foreign exchange. Truth be told am be the richest man around but you know what do not come up running unto me, thou will not accept you later. If its not now then never minaj. I hope the bullet has not catch up with that booty or gotten hold of it as i hear. This the time to show me love and reciprocate mi love for you lest you find me in another woman’s arms bursting forth not into laughters but to morning as she feels the intermittent thing, its being corrosives not softness. In mi arms she screams again minaj when am giving it to her that ought to be you, how will you feel girl? Roni asking, hiyo tenje ni gani? Kevin saying ni Lg na ni knowls, alicia keys ni JVC, cole ni Diskman ya philips, Minaj ni be the man with the base sony, Brook in Soni mini- hifi system inaliya kwel kweli ask amani. Evans asking na fargi? Fargi ni samsang but braxton Aiwa inachuna kweli kweli huku matwita zikiwika piya ndani yake. I love panasoni which is coco, i gives you the perfect sound at every corner of the house as much as home theater. Tiana is a sound bar mounted with a flashdisk, satisfy your needs as much as Tinashetani. Yeye, him akon song everyone sings in the estate as they walks, if you send a young chap what an old person insinuates, he tells you the same- Ahero sex nyiere as the tune. Click the link below man for full information. Don take my kindness for weakness kevin asking Nigro women. Knowls and her likes answering we wont take your kindness for weekness. Click the link below folks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMyyxek50DE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB-lW6fJIlU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJktxI6tzOo There are two women in the streets those in love with kevin nelson and can not get him because aman needs one woman at a time and those who hate him because they are jealous to have or own him alone and they cant, I mean they hate a man with many woman and one woman with kevinelson as evident is not a possibility. In-fact he is too weak in bed that he should take all of his mandibles and start eating or take her boobs out and start feeding upon them to add him the pumping strength. I will cut you into pieces/fishes, ablongadi matindotindo nikukupata na baby wa mine, take heed wasee. Ero wach/maneno mit edhogi, words are sweet in your mouth to me am a man of few words, a cold man not talkative. Pumping like never was i promise girl. The AE technology that is used to make Sosa, the parable of the sower TS, the swedish, swissnakevin, sianda etc The green man Gm used saucer to bring the aliens like the luo, luya to earth out of their disturbance- i have come to create division as Christ says. The white people where waiting some one to explain fully how the Sosa works so they can return the aliens back not killing as it can bring curse on them. It will be built like a prism, like a rocket, corn shaped and can move on both side, it gets to the north pole next to rusia, if its going to pluto it goes downwards and if it goes to Venus or mercury it goes upwards with the seats people sits can rotate once the individual has tighten his seat-belt. The irony is the higher you go the cooler it becomes and the downer you go it becomes hot, so based on this philosophy Venus is cooler as compared to satan or pluto. What you hear the white folks are telling you that mercury is hot while Satan is cold is just a hoax to delude you from ultimate truth, just lies. This is a wake up call to the luo, kikuyou you are digging your own grave, i mean nelson is a thorn in the flesh to you. This purely what was being waited for and thats the beautiful thing guys. Kev huyo dem akijipa, piga kupiga, usijali mtu wangu, usisite mzeya- ngeli ni  kupiga kupiga kk sawa mtu wahs. Latoya whats wrong with Robinson even if it means sex? What has she done or upto “ask Latoya” Kevin saying she cries as if she has been stubbed by a knife and she is dying the next minute. Wajamani analiya ni kama kwamba amedungwa na kisu- motho ywak deadly. “Kenny saying” Minaj am completely full cf and what is remaining or the only thing remaining is me to visit our toilet OT, what about you nikey? Amani hawa watu wanataka nini, what do they want with me? “Amani” Wanadhani matako yako ni soft na laini, ni kama kwamba they want to strip you, or matako yako ni kubwa kwa thog you have just hidden them in your baggy trouser. “Kevin” Thats utter stupidity man, hiyo ni ujinga, mimi ni chali, am a guy who sleeps in chali style, looking up Lu-ocifer. Owhoma aka Raila amolo, is following me as if he does not know his next meal or aint sure for food, looking for what to eat bursting into rage. Go for screp metal SM and sell dude wacha fitina, stop being lazy BL, blow job, big lips, booty luo, llithuania, blunder etc Nikey get this straight, this your boy aka nelly, alias mondy, also called kevinelson that charismatic man and he is there for you waiting like never before What we want is kids who can survive both good and hard-times no single sided SS, SWEET, slow sex. African foods AF, baf, chaf, raf, saf . the white folks want to destroy the black genes BG- booty greeks, gergians, big gums etc- they are jealous as in they want to give agikuyou name so that folks are inclined to them out of the new found fuel or oil- beautiful black women love money and thats its but we got artificial insemination mark you my-a, think twice- look before you lip. Mya mbolo changu haitachapaa wewe, forget about rumours girl, will not cane you. Row row your boat gentle down the streem, merily merily merily merily life is about a dream- mochanda, odera my new boat, catch, while nikey my new catch in lake michigan, brook in lake salina, ks rather superior not ontario. Mahewa kwa hiyo crib, loud music magdalin, maisha ni sambamba, good girl GG, goal goal, game gina, georgian games. Hike the volume please mariah carey- dont you know i love you. Spare me that- mya rebuking- kevin saying KS- wanna love you up my ladies. Take it cool, i mean easy- you got not just a man but a motivator beside you. My thing is polite, but sometimes rude when rebuke- not young in the game- kikuyouth but mature and old- si mchanga but angali msoo, yaani mkubwa kwa game- get this straight keyshia!!! Get me on this email: [email protected], confirm phonenumber with that mail please. Obama barrack OB, comboa, save or stop thing stupid act, running a cartel on bullish where you pay them some money out of the profit gotten from the money deposited then you give them a little commission.So seem the bulishtrade a/c is closed so they are wild at me not knowing its made or designed that way to create fear on your side. It is not you that should always be happy when receiving but when you loose you became bitter. When you win its good when you loose its a pyramid scheme. It brings the truth on both sides. So you want to come to Kenya to meet your folks- stop killing people, obamadareraila, same as trumputtin- fuck you. Your daughters got no man or nigro,i can be one to save their desperation. Nikey,miayadirer was found beaten out of what he has explained above-babe save me girl, dont leave me in this mess girl. Always i will be there for you, every-time by your side and love you in any way you want or desire, baby girl dont leave me hanging, get this straight girl- one blood and forever in your arms. Just like you killed muamar gadafi MG the same indictment falls on you if you dont stop this bull-shit. Miaka tano sasa but my thing ijakuwa disected or katika au digested nitamwacha soon huyou dem. My thing is digested or dissected ni her thing wajamani. Read all my only two posts my friends. Girl i will give it my best shot BS- bur sianda, my best trial BT.The match between me and maya starts off next sunday, we are going to inaugurate that chemistry, i mean rekindle that love, make it official, folks i men the game will open up on sunday. With me an just eating my ground nuts one by one, i mean bits by bits no streess or stressing out and on my table a little bit of coffee mixed with lemon fully ready for that fateful night. Love and hip- hop before they went to the graveyard was gilbart ombeva as young joc folks- search that name on your FB. Am eating the groundnuts moja kwa moja but sometimes mbili kwa mbili but not tatu kwa tatu. Maya incase of distress between us do not give some-else the job girl- i will rectify my mishaps. The dimba, play will be live live and will kick off as usual or planned friends. Steve oburu of KIM college and works at tuff foam mall was Raila in on tuesday newspaper. Check the teeth structure folks. Go to the factory and check for him no keeping on saying am that or this and you know well his residence or working ground, needs New anchors to end this stupid malpractice or impersonation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQzqbpkJlTo King of the jew- authentic, ther as vagina you know each race, keys, pakistan was goshen, costerians were taken to kenturckey by portugues, fucking, aumalindi, mang, obamalaya as Raila was kilema-uma, uncapacitated as limpimg, jesus and little children, oumafi, faces not faces used to make metals converted by the devil- lost coin parable. LAS cruces, chicken come home to roost, rumours, rumo-finished, malizwa- mfalme wa yawhodi, owhoman, nani in swahili, moses, sex, ngono, ngotruok time mochanda, wajamani fanya haraka, houses, senye as vagina, boxes spoils your mind stay away from them. Magdalin nyathini- matako yake ni kubwa nikama amechukuwa tabiyako- be sianda ne yom kama yako yawa. Mwone vile anatazama kama mochanda- ameuwa kuwa prostitute, nitakuchapa nikuchereze usipowacha hayo. Mfundishe magdalin. Blinking light BL booty lover made christo to be jailed he said indirectly that the egg should have it on top of houses for indentification and is one of the greatest invention in history. Bl big legs, lips, britons lips, booty latvian, lithuania, lozi, luo, luya, ludaites etc Blow job BJ, baba jesus, joseph, james, air blower etcJEW, few, every ward, empty wallet meaning poor and agikuyouclaim to be rich, engineering works ew and they claim to know business like madness in the wilderness not promised land PL pink lips with mfenesianda lives in nairobi, naivasha, nakuru, narok- they are gidionights loving walking in the night or prostitutes, twilight girls TG, the gikuyou etc. For them to be rich they must kill each other to share the welth and live good like 2-pac says they kill each other, kich is nyukikuyou, bee, wannaibee in nairobi, so they will rice as bible says through the discovery of oil which nelly G electric generating gadget has finished and they want to confiscate it to patent it to be rich but time is the essence, to little to late man. Now am in the process of eating my groundnuts, nakula tu njuguu na nyim nyim or sim sim ss zangu mos mos yaani pole pole, haki ya mungu nitampandilia wajamani mimi si kilema vile brook anadhani- am not todler when it comes to sex or an infant or incapacitated am fit and am jumping my friends. Sunday itakuwa mechi between me and hanah. “Nikey” kevin will you lick my ass hole i have looked for such? “Kevin” Hell no minaj? “Nikey” Then you are not a man enough for me, i will vacate and leave you for another man immediately- you are one and a half man for me. “Kevin” You mean it, you will boot me “Minaj” Hell, yes. Not Gayesus “Kevin” Fuck that lie nikey G. I will employ any tactic under the sun to encounter his ways or maneuvers, i mean i will go out my way or my reach to come up to a solution or dismantle him DH, dho hindu, haiti, hangary. The other women will incline that thing to me at reflex, right angled position RAP, raila, raisi, easy, president, yot or obtuse angle and they will transcend the pomp like you gave me the other night. Rabii is teacher, wichiter, cheater, western seanda, teanda, seacheles, teathonia divasifolia TD, the dutch, devolandana, aketch as wild sunflower. Mechi between me and maya is wednessday, the game, fight between me and my miya not Mrr jemsianda MJ, mango jew, my japanis, jokes, military jets etc, game itakuwa ana kwa ana, moja kwa moja mzeya. Nimehaidi, i swear as promise, i have made a vow, i will stuck there, nitakwamiliya, i will not leave easily, i will be rude in that area, sturborn and i gurantee you that girl, no jokes NJ, nitakuwa rudeboy as far as loving you is concerned babe, in swahili it says i will be kichwa ngumu KN- knowls, knowledge, kevinelson, kichwa ndogo as small mind sm shrude maneja in mathew sixtin ms, matako sweet, sawa, swedishona, swisswana or minute mind mm maji matamu as juo, luo, tuo as sickevin. I swear nitajikakamua kisoap, kisabuni, i will pull up my socks as sex is concerned sic-k, tuo, i mean nitafanya jitihada, babe hardwork, i mean being industrous. Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs. Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit. Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba. click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/photos This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor: https://web.facebook.com/gilbert.ombeva… Please read in full all my first six post- got the damning truth.Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza. Someone pricking your sianda- spys, somene hitting you Shy-lock Minaj, if i find one messing with my girl, from dust he came to dust he will return, i mean i will employ every resource within my reach to make sure he goes to his grave early. Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs. Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit. Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba. He looked exhousted as if the vigina is finishing or has finish him, Ke please pull up your socks- jitahidi, jikakamua kisoap, kisabuni. An agikuyou just approach me and told me nelly their is no point to suffer in kenya, lost of job in developed world which are paid under the table. Just get into our cartel, we control the JKA so after we change you to the point of fitting a porch or a brief case you go to the usa or europe without incuring any cost of airticket. We place you there work those jobs when they are there but give us half of your pay come back and put it in online shares, bulishtrade or start your own business. This a big thing without doubt thats how nairobi is built or mombasa, we are really reaping from it, wish we recruit every kenyan who is willing. Message to developed world to curb this malpractice or menace, every person finger print or voice recognition should be taken and confirmed before the work is assigned. click this link. Get money online GMO We have a huge client base of upto 5 hundred thousand clientele and recruit massively daily, i mean upto 200 such people everyday- we call them go-getters. Our client base is big, we mean that folks. http://www.bullishtrade.com/ Kevinelsonmondy Ombuorading Wandeterading obama coming for adeal- toyota, hindi, usa killed this fellow mistakenly as much as the luo and kikuyou. Guys where are you at amons funeral, want to use people- forget man. PS peace summit, prodigol saviour, pier sianda, sweet, swedishona, somali, swisswana, polish, peru sianda, snitch, stupid etc pier tamu pt, pis talk, pier tychus.Mochanda unaletesha gemchezo, na pia naletesha mchezo NM, nikey minaj, minesota, mt nebo, mama neddy, nelson, matako nebraskanamibians, nigerianorwergians. The fightugo iko tight with me girl and i guarantee you that it will be the dawn of you new happines with satisfaction guaranteed leave that poor boy who pride himself but when visting the pit latrine he diarrhea like a worn out motor bike which is being repaired, Get off his mosquito chest and small nasty arms. I will never let you go or down- this goes to my girl minaj. click this link…. https://www.youtube.com/watch… Game itakuwa always tight i promise, ngumu sana NS, nelsonorwegian sianda, not snitch, snake, slow, songs etc. My skills i guess are somehow suparb after years of training. Skyls ya game SYG-araila as cigarate.Seduction mission SM, smile, sianda mongolians, mathew 16 shrude manager SM, smote, smile, seduction campaign SC, scores, sugar caneth, sean combs, sean cutter, sianda chinis, colombians, somali, swedishona, swana cianda, snake, snitch colo, chinis etc KFC- kevin furking ciara, kenyatta, keneth, kenedy fucking chinis, colombians, kenturkey fried chiken, cheese. click this link folks: https://www.youtube.com/watch… Class affirm with me, kaposis sacoma KS utacoma, kevin snitch, songs, snake, swedishona, swana, serpent, slow, kitungu saumu as ugalic, olictigah, nigah, bat, hand, buttockevin- got medication. Please knowls give it an round of applause. Nikey, brook V your hagar needs ISO certification they are polite , goodlooking and has respect. ESP nikey is hangarian according to my thersis. Wine for me brook, nikey, dance for me coz your booty now is bubbling bubling BB, bible, wife s bibi, wise, is wiggling wigling WW white women, wwf, world war, wenye wivu as WW. Hagah yako inahitaji sifa, recognition, it seems you eat to much french fries FF, figure fucking, fish firming, figure fucking, french fries like luckey to to spreed and grow the buttocks, its like they are awaiting to burst, girl dont eat much- am leting you know, if you dint know. Dot eat much, reduce your cholosterol intake babe. Chebukatea fight CF-C, cianda fat, finish, french, cianda fucking, colombian fucking. Luo fallen short fs FAT SIANDA, FRENCH sianda, snitch as nmuch as kikuyou dont have their women of such so they burst into dire anger DA-la, cianda not like uganda, TZ, jamaica got their own women.The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined. needs a nobel peace price in oslo; electric generating gadget EGG, tong, kata, divide, amicable soluotion AS, assembl plant, mayai,yath, trees, medication, dawa, dust, dutch, luodaite, dynamore, dark, Parable of the worker & the vineyard- dont i have the right to do what i want with my own fucking life? They do wired things hoping to come up with invention not knowing these things are devols work, and they are found in parts- parable as christ insinuates CI-anda. The white man cheat people with religion so that folks do not wake up- jesus with belzabub, if engineering works EW is satans work SW-ara, then how can you come up with innovation? Guys if you wanna live follow me. click these linkevin https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=niniola+song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uh0dp8C6UZQ https://www.youtube.com/results…Our suffering OS, Hosana, God, mungu, yahwe- weyesuna, mosquito disturb.click these links for more details- https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/allactivity… How to generate stimaowhoma that fully eliminates gasolin. Parable of the net TN, ten nill, the negev, nigros. Vinyard parable VP, valdmir puttin, very poor, vagina poa, vice president. Worker parable WP wilo, winyo pier. Owhoma was a cook, cookiing king of the jew and serving people sp in fort jesus aka raila, right to do with my life mathew or luke 20. The least shall serve you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsRVkN5IbQ8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EDiqCoRkuQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQWHKI4jo5k I beg of you and you denied, i mean you dint give it to me, you stuck with it, which kind of game, play, jokes, jest is that? scratch my back and i scratch yours is the rule of the thumb, is the channel.Give it to me and i will reciprocate back twice as much as you give me tonight. But babe tonight am really feeling your touch, wamth, your love- i mean am really feeling you. https://www.jumia.co.ke/jumia-tv-mania/… https://www.kilimall.co.ke/ am in deep shit of uncooth and brutal cutting by machete or panga from the kenyan govt, thats why am writting for support. And i magine christ apeared to me when i was kidnaped. He had big body BB, big battocks BB, small teath with spaces like he was from comoros, seacheles or malagasy or marry had that blood- really no one can believe, He emanated from the wall and showed me alot through body language. Believe me, tsunami in japan, india, britain and earthquake in nairobi as who to that city built on the hill. am editing and posting on my fifth post from this post or the fourth and the fifth post after this one out of security concerns that’s why am not posting up. Check it out!!!I got so many emails because g mail keeps changing your password of the already signed up email giving you difficulties the next day. So many people desire uniform password for all their logging’s but this is enmity to Yahoo and G mail. Stay out of this, let them hack my email- am better off. Get me on this mail- [email protected]. Levi as kevi to help you- no God like him in deuteronomy thirty tree DTT, donald trump, devol, david time, digitol time, the thuol, transformer, transfiguration, truth, tibet- when what you hide has been unearthed, known- how machines are made and you are poor, Jew, empty wallet, exactly, extremely white and genesis forty nine FN fating, fat nelson- stitch in time saves nine SN, snow, sianda nelson, father, frends, finish, french nelson. We call him jeshuran, jest jokes, joshua eight, Jestugo, mchezo, game, ran is mad, nuts, insane, groundnuts for discerning spirit ds, devol signs, iran was part of Egypt after darelocation out of torential rain, lost coin parable, kikuyou lower teath. The innovation still gets to you becouse kenyans cant make the accessories of making an egg, still you will make it and sell, open up you eyes- strong again economically after patenting it. Ciara is walking hurriedly on that song ft missy eliot, ME, mfalme as if she was cooking corpse and left it over the cooker but something has crossed her mind that maybe is burning or water almost drained and the neighbour maybe have been alerted by the odour or smell, so she is going to check and control the happening. The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined. Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza.uma is folkevin. MY barclays bank a/c was closed so no one can tell me to go and get money there- how stupid is that folks? 2go invoice also changed logging style from code sent to the phone no just to password, so it forces you to known the incumbent email address to close the a?c opened under your name. Its now futile even if you know the phone number PN, pier nelsonigerians etc just like paypal was also changed not to get into the phone line PL but jus a password. PL, pink lips, pantha leo as simba wa youdah. sianda, shida jamaicans SJ, satan jachien, shida joseph, james, jokes, johns, snake jesus, shoot, shot joseph, jeshuran, joshua etc. Most nigerians artists are ugandans due to small bodies as nigerians are heavly built, this is a plan of artificial insemination AI, accurate information or child transfered to a nation under kaguta govt to lure the world that they are nigros to get fever if oil has been overtaken as UG sing good in africah than any other country as congo. obama, trumpulin bullishtrade account frozen so they want deal, omondil to fix the reality show RS, ras swedishiona, swisswana, somali etc. DR-C congo has vast resources inclusive of food but nigeria, sudan, namibia is 80% driven fuel economy and fuel has been overtaken by Electric generating gadget EGG, tong as amicable soluotin AS, matako, chienyuma. Nigros ont claim even allegence to east africah because that fuel is now redundant, think outside the box or twice. my phone no is 0737505306 but the previous was 0718467657 which i was using in my logings which was hacked at my paypal account. click these links for more infor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwQsp71PYlw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSnkWzZ7ZAA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVrEigYJiQg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCUllMTf2uk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyleICWPZ6U https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNXTu6T20n8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bPjsDcPHks Mfalme wa yawhodi.. oniala, alabama, alamarks, mc donald ireland, ala is God, alcatel charger strong, serikal as goverment, alovera, mwarubaine etc Click this link: http://www.aptuspower.com/Default.asp https://www.youtube.com/watch… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKT8_kbwdUA tarujhttps://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=glen+washington+mix+ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8eytBBDxkI Class tunga sentensi ukitumia neno “ Hagar”… Manzi wangu wa hagar aliniacha kidogo tu before kuhagar dunia. He looks at me stranded-Minaj says MS- msoto, poor- as if his manhood is being eaten a way or the vagina is swallowing, grinding his small thing ST, st tychus, stranded, startor, story as if the vagina is winning his thing reducing the size of his thing.Judges, joshua, james, john, james Eight JE-st, jestugo, mchezo, play, valley of jehoshaphat, kijeli is irony, jelly. Genesis, Gidions Eight GE, Gelectrics, gemchezo, generatoration, gem stone GS, good samaritan, greekevin, gikuyou, german, guyan society, gay songs, society.

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muslim philosophy to leave using tissue

If you got to be a Muslim to wipe your ass you got to do some exercise, you bent your second finger from the thumb like making a square between the first 2 bent then after you have taken a shit you scoop kinda the remains of the fecal matter then you dont rinks with water but take water with your hands like you wanna drink and hurl into the ass-hole to clean so that you dont sprinkle water on your booty mixed with fices/mafi to smell or stink fice. And in a dark place if you got some corps of animal if you do that you hear the cracking sound like a wrapped polythene bag is being open meaning they are being converted to machine and machines are made that way. No jokes folks.

  hope message Women takes a little time to get it, take a little time x2- to get it, just have that in mind even if am a freek in sheets.

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Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from

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. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight.

I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down.

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Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better.

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Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is 2goinvoice.com and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.

Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is

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and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Dont come up with your own sentiments, dont say i want to occupy this parliamentary or congress seat, it will make the bandits to be on me like nothing else. People wait until the list of all the nominee are printed the be on me, find my name on the print first, folks in a nutshell look first b4 you leap. Think beyond your nose. Revelation five rf, rasa fat, flaby, rev tano RT rasa tychus, tz, togo the root of david who have the discerning spirit of what has happened or what wierd they want to do next after you partake rosted ground nuts gn- road to emaus with christ. If you take the photo of someone who was cut with panga and kinda you know him, by eating njungu you get the picture on the air who that person who cut him, we called it taswira in swahili. Good samaritan,  weed parable, Jesus the rabbi, teacher, cheater, wichita bwana. The cia give such to everyone in the country then by partaking the ground nuts you have the picture of all those responsible for that weird act. My facebook name is kevin monde check it out folks and wandeterading ombuorading Son of david have mercy on us, the demondi posessed man with christo, it was David who killed Godliath as lia is cryeast in swahili not his friend who had a gun who shot him from below or beside or behind now the philistin will be on us, just have mercy on us bro. Nyasayesus, NY is empire state es, yesus.

Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is

2goinvoice.com

and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.

The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you. The connection only occurs or can be done at the end of the 5 th hr which the bank bars you from doing by connecting it before you by simply opening a paypal a/c and connecting it a head  of you. Time it even when it hasnt reach exactly 6 th hr, start doing it from the last minutes of the 5 th hr to succeed. Banks does this out of jealousy and two, so that the paypal thing is redundant and you find some money to open another one. Dust is the serpent food with christ. The obama and likes wants the Nigro divas to come to africah, so they go out their way to organise teroristic activity and they use the money gotten to build premises and houses to attract these beauties and two they wanna come and sleep with them this side coz someone like obam when he sleeps with them in americah it will be known and otherwise tint his image or name. Morever Uganda, tz and some kenya divas are organised to sleep with the like of obamacron when they visit africa in that that hotel room morever to pick money- their share. In AU they discus terorism in ther earpiece, should be put to public to hear like in the kenyan parliament currently. These presidents cant steel elections nomore and they will be poor president so the merge and discuss their rich exit bro. This like pulse rate machine, bmi, blood grouping and fingerprints are in place to curb their overstay in power through stealing or rigging of votes bwana, donge joluo, collins uttering in eeh in mshangao, amusement.

They have given you headache to the point of wanting to kill you, so if justice want to surface they look at you with kitten like face, the still not relenting wanting you to get into their jig/dance or simply their absurdities. The tribe of simeonelson tos, tossing a coin, tosha, enough has killed so many in his ginger rather anger in genesis 49 or deuteronomy 33. The people who transform and get into his belly, killed them in the stomach, ten minas parable- you can google the chapters above folks. Also through posting nude photos of women in the youtube, for example divasgram and on facebook at his a/c kevinelsonmondy wandeterading ombuorading- the ndethe women in their thongs and showed many people how to get money online through

www.bulishtrade.com

and

www.2goinvoice

which is blessing in disguise to the techno-savvy but who uses the free money to sponsor vita/violence and terorism or inter-estates fights like east and west side thing in a mericah. Sponsoring bad boys to literally kill in brutal solidary as to cut with machete/panga or beat up other fellows. The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you.

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He has given me dick to fuck, i sing to hosana praise the lord, Noel saying within his heart in the bible study, Olimpadul say in soliloquey, he has given me big big booty to be caressed, oh osingo sana praise the lord- the maltitude shouting like kevinelson. Minaj in NY insinuates he has given me bankable and flaby lips to be kissed, osingo sana lets praise the lord, brook singing, he has given me big and nice breast to be touched, ohsingosana lets praise the lord, J-LO saying he has given me good-looking and well comb pussy to be fucked, ohsingosana congregation lets praise the lord and Lords name to be praise. click this link bro beside

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lesson 11: Generator Excitation System

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In the begging satan/devaura gave Godliath power and sent him to create the earth. God is dead philosophy and thats why the jew people wants to kill the root of david because david was the one who killed Godliath whom satan had given power to create whats on earth but not the earth coz it was there but void and without shape. It had no light it was dark. Godliath was given immense power to create the earth the way he wants with everything therein. The hebrewomen changed the bible for Good even blasphemies in deuteronomy were list not one but removed coz people could have not worshiped God but just dwindling on the blasphemy to escape hell. It was error of complete reversal mtu wangu.

Adam and Eve deceiver was Raila- worker and vineyard parable- he had luyah/sweet bwana blood as the curse, kamba among others. He had grandchildren and many wives as children so the curse was that he will not die unless beaten or accidents and was extended to his grandsons as well and wives as sons. This was at the epicenter of the middle of the Garden which is the tropical lands tl, the lion, liar or equotorial lands EL, yel at nyandiwa, nyani/monkey haioni kundule which is red at bar kalarediandians in Gem kenya. The monkey took their clothes while they were making love in the dronding- king of the jewomen. Men like women strong, i will make, as the bible promises also israel will rise up just like in south africah the hills have risen up. They were in slavery in egypt 4 400 years so they knew automation and they became indipendent. The jew family includes joseph as french father ff, they gave him women from mars from the hole- many wives, mfalme wa yawhodi, zebulan is buljeria, simba wa yougoslavia with gossips as the lion of judah, dan is luthuolnia, Guard is russia, benjamin is japan, rueben is belgium, asher is finland, isachar is spain, naftali is itali, simeon is siberia etc

God curse to adams deceiver was that he will be like snakes meaning there were snakes b4 not that at that time they became snakes.

Rod of david ROD as sex they love in revelation five rf, at that time the root of David was one person not a clan or a family. Indians can see what you are seeing at that time but not tomorrow, next week or year. It is fore-boarding spirit of to foretell the future. Sorcerers foretell the future so if so they are socerers as the magi-ikuyou, magicians. In Solomons or davids reign everything was pure Gold so if you love Good things they purpote you are davids root, so by looking they kill you in their game called illuominatea. David was also sharp so they kill the root of david who loves to look at things just like their grandfather to eliminate fully davids roots/mizizi.

My posts on youtube are found on the 1st 10 photos of each bar on youtube, i comment going down. you can locate them at these organisations. Google branches of UN and copy paste each on youtube submit and find my posts, psi, igad, icepea, world 20 best hotels, car companies of the world, as well as boats, motor bike, aeroplain, electronic company eg LG, fast foods company of the world eg wendies and spangles, best supermarkets of the world eg walmart, Trump with puttin, may, french president, german chancelor, banki moon and vice versa, tyra banks show, ophra winfrey show, trump meeting asian, North American leaders, african, latin american leaders, EU, ecowas, comesa, minaj, eminem, wiz khalifa, j-lo, beyonce, justin bierber songs, davido, wiz kids, rehanna and diamond songs , churchil raw, live, kevin hurt show among many. Folks get them there incase of my demise.

Trump and uhuru meets in washington DC shortly terror attack at riverside nairobi, shortly again obama barracks want to pay east africa a vist, not long enough the money at riverside is gotten in briefcase in central kenya which obama wanted to pocket. They organised terroristic attack in hotel with rich people loaded with cash in their laggages. Same to malaysian air which wesley nolen and his likes managed to bring down, swiss president meets uhuru shortly terror attack in Brussels train transit then he heads to usa to get his share. French president also wanted his share, the money was not fake it was real that was their printing to swindle the public if the truth dawns. They are terrorists same to the kenya post election violence victims who were killed in the bus and wa kenyatta was the planer as insinuated by waki philips tv commission.

When

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is disenebled the huge populated countries like india and pakistan, france, Germoney want to go to war with each other to confuse the public as they cant now feed their ego or population but still wants to maintain their reputation. The rich elites wants to maintain the status quo by eliminating the inteligent poor ip- ipo, hips. This goes as far as siren gas or nuclear war heads.

They are still tougheaded, they still want to kidnap me. Within the kid nap they bring corpse so i make jets for them, when i tell them planes uses gas, they withdraw machete wanting to cut me with. Oumamolodingagwambo and his like like witch doctor okota of homa bey. Sophia let me mummor quitely on my food or when am eating, stop being an intruder Ai or stop disturbence. We angunyi moss e-chiemba bwana jawuolo ni rather jawuoro as mchoyo, rd to emaus with christ. Wacha ni ngurume pole pole katika chakula changu, wacha ulafi bwana akweri-donge luo.

click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6nXosOCjQg

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/videos

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/playlists

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TLKL0R0blg

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCucc0S0FPy1Wc1u42ogoCLw

https://www.youtube.com/feed/history

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Divasgram

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Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE

https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33

click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. Copy paste links dat starts with https, you can put them in google bar and then you submit to see the real and full information. Under search the web category or search with google or enter address option. see how power is produced using a motor and a generator stater

https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/photos

This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor:

https://web.facebook.com/gilbert.ombeva

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If you want to remove your phone number in facebook as the recovery option your scrol down your fb page on your phone, then click privacy and setting icon then click personal information bar pi, then click remove phone number then it will signal you, cant do that b4 you add a new phone no or an email address. If you add a new email address which was closed by google a long time that if you log in it shows you that google cant recognise it or if you go back to your fb a/c and you delete dat a/c to service then you can log into dat a/c using the password alone- mfalme wa yawhodi- which if you forget dat passcord you can neither send a cord to dat phone no or recovery email option. You will never get into dat a/c again but if you open a new fb a/c and you input your former fb name then you can only be able to see your profile nothing else. Shame to mark zukerbag, dat what he ope to invest in and tell people in print or when he visit your city not going to a restaurant well be4 lunchtime as early enough.

With me i open my fb a/c using the phone no and friend pretend you are me and log into fb using my phone no 0718465053 and then on the password option input camelzebra or just guess eny passcord lets say amomollo or anything and log in. It will tell you dat the password dat you’ve entered is incorect, forgotten password? Then click on recover your a/c- worker parable then it will show you the options to recover. At this time is when you came to tell if a person got one recovery option with the number or email or non if he used email not number to open the fb A/C. Dont follow with a panga at night running doing your back like a snake who has been hitten with a big stone or i took part of your loaf, sima or meat stew. When recovery is email then when is deleted you cant as well recover dat a/c. You can check dat email with opening a gmail a/c and do the same as i did above with fb to also check on the recovery options under it and try to recover it which if you cant as well you cant log into dat fb a/c again.

My email is

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and pasword is southafrica12

If you got some money and not going to church the church pastors search for you and the pay other folks to facilitate their agendas like boda boda riders, the beat you up and the next somebody the have sent to you by meeting tells you christ things so you channel your way to church in that your life will change, people wont follow you. After you visit the church they tell the same folks the sponsor to slow down on you, so you stop to witness such occurrence and your friends and children will follow suit to attract others to church. The want your offering plus your wife and kids, thats why they ask you, u aint married yet to add more money to their bucket as tiths and offering. Abraham wanted to kill Isaac coz he took church offering he left on the stone alter. The recovery email is

[email protected]

for the email named above.

Ruto behind kevins beating, the fellow who help beat him up was a huge dude not the one who is a round- malachi five- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Museveni kaguta mk, mkora, mkate, matako kenyatta as well is behind this, matako kalenjins.

I eat is in you hse you insinuate, kendo nagoyo madongo, nilikuwa nakula kubwa kubwa, sema chenye unataka rose, and presicely partly is the reason why am supply and somehow fat as healthy, tum gimidwalo, nega kiero. Folks are you sure if you kill big kev, you will get his things, it amounts to absolute nothing if you dont manage to withdraw him his with pulse rate machine in mind, bmi and blood group after his death. It will only benefit you if you can delete his shit in facebook which he has disenabled by using an email address he know not, just guessed a long one at the time of opening say a long biological word as phylumcodatachiropractor and added some numbers by dialing the number sections on the keyboard at a/c opening time without looking and submit and the fb a/c was opened and with password he copy pasted a word in fish ferming in agentina which he knows not, so after signing off he cant get back to that a/c as per the reason laid above.

Click these links below bro about fish farming in argentina or just google it

https://www.truthfinder.com/?utm_source=BINGNTF&traffic[source]=BINGNTF&utm_medium=search&traffic[medium]=search&utm_campaign=ARGENTINA+FISH&traffic[campaign]=https%3a%2f%2fwww.truthfinder.com%2f:ARGENTINA+FISH&utm_term=&traffic[term]=&utm_content=&traffic[content]=&s1=ARGENTINA+FISH&s2=https%3a%2f%2fwww.truthfinder.com%2f&s3=&s4=&s5=&traffic[funnel]=tf&traffic[sub_id]=ARGENTINA+FISH&traffic[s2]=https%3a%2f%2fwww.truthfinder.com%2f&msclkid=df198d0369c9139a66dcd1879a91b029

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 The password rest within these word b4 adding some numbers without seeing, or he just pressed rapidly.

Please BE CAREFUL this the password he pested adding 345 with other two numbers.

https://lavasoft.gosearchresults.com/?sbtn=&q=fish+farming+in+argentina+&tt=VM__GS__S4LAVA__vmn__webcompa__1_0__go__ch_WCYID10427__190216__yrff&pid=5ac784309091147a162b4431&sr=0

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The get into the same plane for example boeng 777, they get into the basement at JKIA and they are tought how to cut wires with plies that if are connected makes the plane fall. These people transform into rodents and again in the laggage center transform to people to cut the said wires, the likes of raila, another sheila who fell from US navy ship now with redened eyes, and susan who owns a pub in ksm. They fell the 1st malaysian air, the red bus from western to Nairobi snd now the Ethiopian air liasing with indians, uhuru, obama, museveni and ruto in the mix among many other individuals. How do i know folks? If you know the named above, if you got some rapport with them, if you partake big brown ground nuts, by looking at the picture of the accident, for example the ethiopian airways on the net, you see the whole drama plus those who planned it on air, just like an alcoholic sees his own things when drunk but to you is real. Mfalme wa yawhodi. Nigros are the ones responsible for all these coz they promise these people love by saying they are this and that tribe. This push the tribe to get money in anyway possible to the point of committing crime. They go to the point of saying they wanna come back making these fellaz zealous. This is two fold, the want these people to be killed to reduce the population for them to come and enjoy or build for selected divas hotel, house and premises to please them. The french, norwergians, Germans, britons, spanish knows clearly which part of the earth they got these people from and history is bold enough to tell us the whole occurence but they will be rude and not accept, so at the end of the day is the white man. Arabs were also there b4 so they can clarify where the nigros were got- goat parable, church you can google please. Luya also share the brunt, they know how to get money online at

http://www.2goinvoice.com

and the software at weed weed ww cyber and how to connect paypal a/c with bank a/c at the last minutes of fifth hr from the time the card was given to you, not one card but many cards as much as junior a/cs who the lion of judah tribe in genesis 49 got that name from but still working for wahindi even after some of them have done that, evident by their resignation from hindu hard jobs and buying their own tuk tuk and motor bikes. The ones who are still working can enquire from those who have resigned and leave working for the hindu so that they get other indians like them to work for them, even people watching premiere leagues should stop coz they are facilitating money loundring as those matches are payed with the invoice cash, the officials get money from the a/c and thats what they do in their offices all day long- i mean they have been targeted. Ethiopia and Malaysia annihilate these motherfuckers, cutthroat dogs, know nothing but priding themselves people, people who dont liesten, whose backs are bents as prophet isiah pi says let their backs be bent forever in the biblia.He gets into someone who is traveling to Ethiopia or malaysia and the get to that plane whom they want to fell inside someone who also changes as them and when the plane lights put off the change to rodents at the back seat, get that pliers or bomb in the laggage and fell the plane but with them they are safe out of transforming into rodents hidding in a coolar or the black box waiting to be saved, they can even change to fish and swim. With BMI matchine do not forgive them as the bible says.

They even operate people who they have organised travel 4, and put bomb inside the bell the likes of raila plays with it by hidding it more when the felled is being scanned at the entrance or at the way leading to boarding the plane. He takes it to the spinol cord, back coz the sensor sense the sides and front more, but when you move as getting off the matchine, they talk to him and move it towards the belly so it is not detected. The luos have became terorists. The uk, france, usa, italy should have a go slow as standstill in their operations as their economy is driven via 2goinvoice.

These fellas have been target as they have been given daily 2goinvoice target to withdraw from, i.e the fifa officials.

Let the plane have bright lights on the laggage center to bar these fellas who change from transfiguring or let welding machine be incorporated and the wire emanating from the matchine be zigzaged allove the laggage unit to electrocute these individuals, let the feaces fall to the air not getting into the sewer chamber of the plane in the cargo carrying unit. They use the lavarate to flash gadgets down and that someone down gets into the chamber and gets it. Let that be abolished. As a passanger boarding the plane, let your legs be fitted with a scanner or sensoring gadget so you dont change as it will be known. The rule of the thumb is those who change are not partaker of sour things st, soda should be administered in the airpoart to see those who cant drink sour solution so that the gadget to be fixed on them to avoid transfiguring at night in the plane for other purposes unknown to us, for example the fanta soda can do that.

They even use match box size drills gotten from neel deep hardware in ksm to perforate holes into the gas cylinder to fall the plane- the hindu and the British and precisely thats why they brought them in East Africa. After the plane falls the money gotten is used to buy players at English premiership. Who to those who trust in Egypt in the book of isiah and i will humble Egypt in the book of Jeremiah and Ezekiel who was kierehere.

The dashboard section of the plane ought to have hard wires so the likes of raila dont cut them with pliers to confuse the pilots leading to plane loosing control then crushing and should as well be fitted with cameras, not to mention the luggage side to see who is there and going on- king of the jew beside incorporating whigh voltage wires to electrocute those who transfigure. Who to the people who long to see the day of the lord in malachi four. When this is put in place fellas you wont hear of rampant plane crush pc- pier cianda, chinis, cynthia, collins, pagamum church etc.

African countries should not operate planes, e.g, kenya, uganda, tz airways among many other poor nations because they are curious but not engineers at all, they scrutinize the plane which in other-way makes it not safe for travel hence planes fall. They wanna know more about the the plane crush. The aero-plane company e.g, rolls roy, boeng, air bus should not sale planes but operate these planes in every nation en themselves to avoid scrutiny and plane crush or just simply such happenings or occurrences.

Plane companies should talk the next day in the media but when the ground crew puts cut hack saw somewhere down there and then tell the changer where is located to use it to cut wires that leads to the pilot sector to fall the plane. To me its a cartel and with my explanation the deal has gone sour. When the money in the plane surpasses the money which was used to buy the plane even three times, what is the loss folks to the company and at the same time benefit to the beneficiaries of the deceased as the will be compensated as much as when the plane is insured we will get new plane. What is Mr trump?

Stop laughing when something is critical or looking in the news paper by the photos you have taken as if looking in owe or amusement, as if your deal has gone sour or that someone has hit a mega jackpot and you want to share in his happiness. Friends, pro-act, send missiles to stipa in ksm where they partly train people to fall planes. When one is a terrorist he lacks respect, look at you directly in the eye until you vanish and his eyes on the upper eye lids curves up like wanting to form a triangle. That how they are known. Morever terorists kidnap people without proper reasons and when truth surface they deviate in their reasoning. World reduce electricity to 50 volts for houses to thwart AE technologis coz people are testing 120V-250V motors. Flouresent and energy saver uses between 30-50 volts, Radio and TV uses 24v as much as laptops. Why cant we reduce electricity to 50 volts. Well how will fridge work or cooker let them be fitted with step up transformer to transform 50 volts to maybe 120V or 250V then this pride will vanish, believe me you fellas.

People should not be killed but funded, many got big idea in later years if you kill them early like they wanted to kill Nelson Monde, you wount have heard all these. So killing people is white man idea to rob the earth more knowledge and so that the killed people spirit hovers around and help them locate what other dedicated fellas are up to.

Look like a child stop looking at someone in the eye all through like you disrespect him or he has known your bad side or deeds.

Kenya is rich they say, picture your car with you and they locate its price these side and how much money can do in Africa, stop all these silly scrap. But dont just buy a fake care and take photos with it giving Africans hope that you are that side and we are these side and we got nice cars than you then America is just good in TV. Developed world should crush cars which look like for the poor period. Indians add women period to sources, UN and KEBS should pro-act. Shoes inside got something like half size hack saw glued inside the soul- shindiyo. EHH-vivyo hivyo-donge omera.

The USA leaving Venezuela coz now there is nothing in that country which they were upto out of AE technologies in kevin monde facebook a/c, view using your phone as well as arabia world and they have realize all kev is saying is in youtube and he has well provided the gmail a/c he used to comment on youtube and the pasword as well as the recovery option. Now they cant kidnap him coz he removed the phone number.

Sonko is giving toy market 5 million coz he twitted me its over and blocked and he cant stand to see that happening, i mean he is ready to die and he is using that platform to tell the world something as well as wa kenyatta potraying indirectly how kikuyou are criminal with him he is malagasian. How do we know folks? By their small, tiny teeths.

The women whose body was chopped into parts in Eldoret, i dont know kitale was cut by power saw ps by asenol who is a tuitor in taxi business among many others- just eat ground nuts and see the complete picture by looking at that incident on youtube or newspaper provided you know the culprits.

Atm should be fitted with BMI to avoid bank theft or the bank ought to buy pulse rate machine as well as bmi to identify its customers. When they kill all of your next of kin, the bank has a holiday to share your money if they manage to kill you. A software should be provided to enable you check the money online and you can post it on facebook or twitter for friends to find if that money has been withdrawn in-case of your demise. It should just be there even if you die a natural death, the government either should not take it as bond coz also them can kill ya.

French president has come to collect his share of the ethiopian air as to the ksh 20M of harambe stars. Check the newspaper fellaz.Hellen rasta wazungus as much as barry of highway and now Australia were part of the plot as much as hindu to induct the luos on how to fall the boeng plane so that its customers shift attention to Europe. Macron Emanuel twitted me that, he is partly Hindu, he sees what you are seeing at the same time not an hour later or tomorrow. How can they give you blue carpent treatment while stile serving then they left you in owe- the salary minimal utters obamaitchel. We must do anything under the sun or we must go out our way to get mone as money.

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Midnight Lover Playlist

So, I promised a long, long time ago that I would make and post my playlist for Midnight Lover. A brief eternity later, here we go.

I have no particular genre loyalty so my music lists tend to be an eclectic mix of stuff. So here we have everything from Ludo to Britney Spears. You’re welcome

The Horror of Our Love - Ludo

Lyric Video.

Dark Side - Phoebe Ryan

Lyric Video.

Flesh - Simon Curtis

Lyric Video.

Silence - Marshmallow ft. Khalid

Lyric Video. Official Video.

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

Lyric Video. Official Video.

Addicted to You - Avicii ft. Audra Mae

Lyric Video. Official Video.

Glass House - Red

Lyric Video.

Under A Paper Moon - All Time Low

Lyric Video.

Up In The Air - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Lyric Video. Official Video.

Anywhere - Evanescence 

Lyric Video.

Perfect Lover - Britney Spears

Lyric Video.

Love Me Like You Do - Elle Goulding 

Lyric Video. Official Video.

Dareka, umi wo - Aimer

Lyric Video. Official Video.

#fic: midnight lover #fic playlist #i've been sitting on this forever #flesh is also kinda my anthem for my girlfriend #well her anthem for me i guess #if we're being specific #anyway #no one's surprised #yoi #yuri on ice #victuuri #viktuuri